I opened the fridge and my food fell on the floor. The pad see ew that took forever to start, and hours to finish last night. I’m slow, WTV - not the point. All I could do was sit on the floor and cry while watching it on the floor in disbelief. And also stop my dog from eating it. I was asking him whyyyyy?! whyyyy? and he just looked at me like “bish get over yourself, I just need to taste this real quick”
I cried for a while, then I ran to reddit to seek validation by reading other people’s similar experiences. I’m embarrassed to admit that I really googled “meal fell on the floor” followed by “meal fell on the floor discouraged” to finally “meal fell on the floor depressed” That’s how I finally got to find my people. you know, the ones that question the purpose of life because they feel like giving up and then got triggered to question things some more.
when little things set off big feelings, it’s always comforting to have lil things to calm said big feelings. and by things I mean outlets. I forgot this blog was an outlet so I’m back. Almost a year later.
thank you pad see ew for falling on the floor. it brought me back here and now I’m not crying anymore.