generational trauma is not an open wound. It is deep scar tissue that you inherit. The pain is not sharp, it does not bleed, but it’s heavy. It’s a dull pain with a depth. It sits on your chest and tries to trick you into thinking that you are inherently not worthy.
The depth makes it feel lonely, but that is also a lie. I share this exact same pain with my mother, my grandmother, my great grandmother, etc. We’re not alone in our pain, we share it
Before: -1000000/10
-what do we even have??
-shelves sticky and gross
-gave me anxiety
After: 10/10
-everything is edible
-organized af
-shelves disinfected and CLEAN
When I say I’m having relaxing “me time” this weekend, what I mean is I’m getting zooted and finally deep cleaning and organizing the fridge that’s been screaming at me for the last 2 months *chefs kiss*
*emotional distrss*
my Virgo sun: let’s take on another personal project
my Aqua moon: *throws up peace sign and finger guns*
my Gemini rising: clown sh*t 🤡