I seriously considered freezing my studies because I did not think I could handle the pressure of medical school while coping with my father’s illness from another country.
When the side character is so good that you genuinely consider dropping the main story you've been writing for ages just to write a spinoff about that specific side character
Trains here in Germany are already on a tight and unreliable schedule and every short 10 second delay caused by someone "helping" one person, is just delaying the journey for hundreds of others.
Meanwhile, life feels strangely still days puddled in place, time dripping slowly from the eaves, nothing blooming where I expected it to. Then I wonder perhaps the earth, too, has learned that even silence can become heavy. So it cries.