This year was fucking crazy. I’m glad it’s over but (aside from the obvious deaths) I&rs
This year was fucking crazy. I’m glad it’s over but (aside from the obvious deaths) I’m glad it happened. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m glad I wasn’t able to seek outside validation through dating and that I was forced to be alone by myself. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m glad I wasn’t able to be casually social, and that my energy was only in the presence of people who I felt were worth the potential risk of dying. (Dramatic but true) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m glad I was forced to stay inside all year with my parents, because who knows when I’ll ever have that experience as an adult? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m glad my family was forced to be home for the months leading up to LadyBird’s death, I know that she loved it and I know she missed me when I’d work all day every day. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It’s beautifully ironic how healing it’s been to avoid a plague. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It wasn’t easy to sit with the depression and anxiety, but it was necessary. It’s easy to avoid emotions with work, socializing, distractions and chaos. It’s humbling to be stripped of the external energies we attach ourselves to and to remember who we are at the core. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ idk, maybe I’m romanticizing throw collective trauma of being quarantined- is anyone else feeling grateful for the societal pause? (at Spanish Fork, Utah) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIrVPGWHyBf/?igshid=higdtdwbpmp1 -- source link