parent-child dynamics are soooo crazy. i love you i resent you i can't stand you i adore you i pity you. and still watching your hair get a little more grey every time i see you makes my stomach feel weird
“Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”
— Sylvia Plath
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Monday
Monday feels different these days, not anxious about the work I am doing or not wanting to do the work, I am doing.
I love what I do, I am happy I get to do this, but it also has its drawbacks, like, when will I get my invoices paid, will I find another opportunity to keep me fed and kept?
And so the anxiety is now about surviving, not the work and in some ways it feels like such a vicious cycle
There are days were the heaviness in my chest is so strong that I want to crawl under the bed or be unconscious for a while till the heaviness lifts off.
Is it always going to be like this?
Not a lot of people talk about GAD but it’s a real and deep struggle on its own
#anxiety #breathless
I feel tender
Wrung out, I feel slapped in the face or better still smacked in the face
I guess on a deeper level, I saw that coming
Moving on
Moving on from something is an entire process, moving on from a person is a different ball game, however watching someone move on from you brings with it a unique different type of sadness, which can be hard to articulate at first but then you sit with it for a bit and you come to the realization of why this sadness feels different, it’s cause you are being de-centered but then you think when did being in the center of another person’s life matter to you so immensely and then you realize it’s simply love.
I don’t think you can fully stop loving someone you truly loved, they will always be a small part of you that you carry forever.
That’s it, that’s the post.
I don’t write great poetry but I write and they make life feel a little less heavy
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