For my birthday today my dad sent my kid $200, and my mom kept me in the phone for 20 minutes to tell me about her surgery scar.
Happy Birthday to meeeee. Haha.
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If teenagers have anything it’s impeccable timing, because why is my kid texting me late at night while I am violently stoned, crying that she’s convinced she has hemorrhoids and I need to look at her butthole RIGHT now
Ma’am this is not how I was planning on spending the evening
I don’t want my psych or my therapist on instagram doing shrooms wearing neon zebra print fuzzy hoodies, and fake white girl dreads. I’ll be judge-y, I just don’t think someone in control of my mental health should be zooted out of their minds getting a light show.
Idk if it’s just the circle of people I know, or it’s a more common generational thing, but I really have a problem with a bunch of wooks and burners and other ravers that are all becoming mental health professionals. -
And live a more normal and productive life. I miss my friends and independence. I miss being able to work. I miss parties. I miss feeling normal.
God I fucking miss cigarettes. 😭
I don’t miss being hungover in my twenties l. I don’t miss blackouts. I don’t miss embarrassing myself. I don’t miss regretful hookups and bad boyfriends.
I do miss being able to eat whatever I want. I miss my body functioning better. I miss being able to drive -
I don’t want to post about my sobriety on social media, but I DO want the validation points and dopamine I’d receive from posting about my sobriety on social media.
😡