my therapist told me to focus on the present, so I started carrying around a little notepad to jot down the thoughts that drag me back to the past. opened it yesterday, found a page filled with my handwriting: “had to Google how to cook quinoa” next to “is this a panic attack or just indigestion?” still not sure if my problems can fit neatly into a notepad. how do I even talk about what I’m holdin...
it's not that I can’t forgive my mom for saying she wished she never had me, it’s just every single time I spill coffee or drop my keys, I hear that stupid sentence echoing in my head. I made scrambled eggs for dinner the other night and couldn’t shake the thought that even those were probably a disappointment. it’s like having a personal judge that replays my past mistakes, reminding me I should ...
you ever text someone your deepest thoughts and accidentally send it to your MOM instead? the horror was REAL when I meant to send "I want to quit this job and just travel" to my friend. instead, I sent it to her and now she thinks I'm about to jump off the corporate cliff. her response was like a bad motivational speech - "passion follows purpose" - whatever that means. at this rate, I might as well start a support group called “how to pretend you love your life after parents invested everything in your degree.” how is it possible to feel trapped in a life you didn’t even choose? it's like being on a matrimonial site - searching for happiness but swiping left on every option.
you ever text someone your deepest thoughts and accidentally send it to your MOM instead? the horror was REAL when I meant to send "I want to quit this job and just travel" to my friend. instead, I sent it to her and now she thinks I'm about to jump off the corporate cliff. her response was like a bad motivational speech - "passion follows purpose" - whatever that means. at this rate, I might as well start a support group called “how to pretend you love your life after parents invested everything in your degree.” how is it possible to feel trapped in a life you didn’t even choose? it's like being on a matrimonial site - searching for happiness but swiping left on every option.
yooo, went to the emergency room for chest pains last week. nurse asks for my emergency contact, and I sit there like... crickets. five years in this city and not one person I can call. I watched my company lay off 20% of my department while the CEO posted yacht selfies on Instagram. maybe this city is just full of a bunch of strangers in the same boat, except mine has a sinking feeling. #adulting...