I love how her work captures Detroit vernacular architecture.
I used to live in a version of this two flat. They were building so many of these around 1922-1924
“But you survived” I disassociate, like a lot. My heart drops when someone raises their voice. I shut down very easily. And I'm far too observant. I always feel like a burden. I isolate often. But yeah, sure, I guess I survived.
I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want my life to dramatically change for the better and the best over the next few months. It’s time. It’s my time.
no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiraling