Who’s Your Greatest Cheerleader?
Would you be able to answer if I asked you?
Hi friend. Today’s story is a sombre one. While I’m still finishing up the next one with a more lighthearted tone, here is a guessing game that I want you to play if you’ve got the time. It involves my current life and what you think is gonna happen next. Ready? Here it goes:
Yesterday, my friends needed me to answer a question, and I texted the regular group chat back that I wasn’t feeling mentally up to it so I would respond the next day.
Then I spent the entire day:
- Wrapped in my faux wool blanket
- Twice napping for over two hours
- Laying on the floor rug to nap for one of those times
- And heavily crying for four periods throughout the day
I could barely move, and the thought of deciding what to eat left me paralyzed to the point that I almost went hungry. But a voice in my head kept going, “it’s okay, just something simple. I know it’s bad but you need it, please. C’mon, get up.”
I remember crying while I made a low-budget instant pasta dish. And after eating it, I went to sleep — it was almost 12 a.m.
I proceeded to dream that I was ice skating down a long canal and Jack Frost was with…
