I hate anytime I get up super early (most of the time bc of work) I get extremely nauseous and my stomach hurts, my anxiety peaks first thing in the morning
trying to process everything that has happened this year feels like not much but then I realize I changed jobs, we moved into a house, saw lots of my fav artists.. lots of exciting things but nevertheless been a stressful journey
i’m so tired of self-love being used like a moral stick. it’s bullshit & reductive. attachment, grief, timing, poverty, trauma & circumstance all matter. fuck the idea that pain is a personal failure. it’s okay for things to linger. sometimes u don’t move on because you’re human