Adulting means no matter what shit you’re going through, you still have to get your responsibilities done. No excuses, no blaming, just DO WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.
I read it somewhere “we romanticised the wrong organ, the stomach is more emotional than the heart” and it feels so true. we feel butterflies in our stomach and when we’re sad we lose our appetite. our stomach gets affected by emotions way more than we realise.