Memory loss from depression and trauma is so underrated. Like, I did not forget on purpose, but my brain just decided to hit delete on random conversations, days, and sometimes an entire phase of my life.
People talk about sadness, crying, and anxiety, but no one really talks about how your memory just starts glitching. You re-read chats like, "Did I really say that?" You forget things you should remember, and it's not even in a funny, "Oh, I'm grateful I don't remember," way. It's more like, "Why do I feel like my brain is constantly buffering?"
And the worst part is, you start questioning yourself, like, "Am I overreacting? Did it actually happen? Was it even that bad?" Because when your memory goes away, your sense of reality kind of goes with it.
But yeah, sure. Let's keep pretending healing is all about drinking water, journaling, and going for a walk..
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I was born for romantic love, Sunday funday, quality time, lying on the chest of the person I love, spending time with my loved ones, little gestures, feeling deeply, all of it.
Every woman should treat herself to a solo birthday getaway at least once. Book a hotel in a different city, spend a day at the spa, buy yourself something nice, take yourself out to dinner, wander through a museum, and sit at a café watching the world go by.
A man's desire to become a father is always paid for by a woman with her body, her health, her career, and her freedom.
But when a woman expects a comfortable life, she is somehow shamed for wanting too much.