it is actually so fckig sick to me that this was the first, last, and only time they ever say it to each other. the way his voice breaks as he says it. the sincerety in which she says it back. how she bursts into tears right after. every time I remember it I feel physically ill
Anak: Nanay, some1 pushed me sa schl. 'Di ko alam kung sino. (may sugat siya)
Me: Dat sinabi mong, "Sino nagpush sakin? Ipupush ko rin."
Anak: No, bad 'yun.
Me: Ano dapat?
Anak: I'll tell that it's bad & don't do that again.
Me: Aw ang bait naman ng anak ko.
Also me: π₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
Memory loss from depression and trauma is so underrated. Like, I did not forget on purpose, but my brain just decided to hit delete on random conversations, days, and sometimes an entire phase of my life.
People talk about sadness, crying, and anxiety, but no one really talks about how your memory just starts glitching. You re-read chats like, "Did I really say that?" You forget things you should remember, and it's not even in a funny, "Oh, I'm grateful I don't remember," way. It's more like, "Why do I feel like my brain is constantly buffering?"
And the worst part is, you start questioning yourself, like, "Am I overreacting? Did it actually happen? Was it even that bad?" Because when your memory goes away, your sense of reality kind of goes with it.
But yeah, sure. Let's keep pretending healing is all about drinking water, journaling, and going for a walk..
Baby daddies shouldn't be put on child support when they don't take care of their kids. They should be charged with child neglect because that's what WE would be charged with if we woke up one day and decided we didn't want to be a MOTHER or take care of our kids.