I have never come back from any holiday feeling relaxed, refreshed & reinvigorated to get back into work.
I come back with the taste of freedom, still fresh in my mouth, a renewed hatred for work, and a strong suspicion that this is not what I should be spending my life doing.
Cried so much this year, I really hope I’m much happier next year. It’s one of the things I’m praying for. A joy that stays. A joy that is not easily shaken.
Forced birth in a country with:
—No universal healthcare
—No universal childcare
—No paid family & medical leave
—One of the highest rates of maternal mortality among rich nations
This isn't about "life." It's about control.
Not going to lie my last two relationships have me fucked up. Thinking about how much time & energy I gave to them both only to end up being gaslighted, manipulated, & left with no apology. I will never again waste my time on washed up fraternity boys. I deserved so much better.