yes maam I know the basic trigonometry formulas what I still don’t know is how to handle grief when it visits you on a random afternoon when you busy with daily life chores.
that sinking feeling in your chest on a random saturday morning, where you wonder if you’ll ever get the things you dreamt of.
love that feels like home. work that doesn’t drain you. a version of yourself you don’t have to escape from.
btw the best way to gauge how traumatized you are isn’t how you react to people being cruel to you, but rather to people being kind to you — if kindness makes you cry or feel like crying, that means you’re doing really, really bad