It’s astonishing how the human soul longs both for connection and communion, yet is equally compelled to rival its peers in pursuit of elevation within its chosen tribe. Thus, solidarity shatters beneath the weight of fear, and every act of kindness becomes a quiet echo of an ego forever starved for recognition. But I refuse to be shaped by that hunger—I seek to approximate myself, to learn through others, to become everything and nothing, like a breath on the ridge where the curtain will fall on the fleeting fate the Gods have allotted me.
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I’m an oncology nurse and one of my favorite patients I’ve been treating for almost 4 years died. There’s really no cheering up, it’s just part of the job. She wasn’t the first one I’ve lost and she won’t be the last, unfortunately.
Wednesday night. But that was out of pure terror since my area got hit by a powerful storm that spawned at least five tornadoes. I’m good now.
Last week I was listening to music that reminded me of my brother who died and broke down in sobs.
Rough day at work. The job they have me doing is the worst thing ever 😭 I cried at work, and again when I got home. Food makes me feel better, husband is working on it now.
I cried today, Sunday is the 1 year anniversary of my brother passing away from cancer. Damn I miss him so much.
Today. I’m normally able to put up with it but my chronic pain is amped up and I went into the shower to help and just cried. The hot water felt good and it helped for a bit but it amped up again. I just have no more options. Drs keep telling me it’s mild to moderate or normal wear and tear for my age and won’t treat my issues.
When I buried my last rat in my yard a few days ago.
This morning while listening to a guided meditation about healing my inner child. He has been through so much and tears run down my face almost every time I focus on him.
Got chewed out for cleaning. Didn’t expect it to happen.
It’s been years. I was raised women don’t cry. (Backwards family lol).
I don’t remember why I was crying, but I know it was in the shower. That’s the only place I ever cried.
And I’m good 🙂 don’t need cheered up! I’m actually having a good day.
This morning. My 56 y/o brother-in-law died of a widowmaker 3 weeks ago. Two weeks ago, my neighborhood was hit by a tornado and 2 of my neighbors lost their homes, the rest of it looks like a war zone, and we are exhausted from repairs and cleanup. Today my neighborhood is under threat of flooding.
I’ve been going back and forth between feeling lucky that I still have my husband and my house to feeling overwhelmed with sadness, helplessness, and anxiety.
It occurs to me that I probably just need some sleep.
Today. My mom died almost 3 years ago. She was my only family. I cared for her almost entirely alone due to Covid. She had vascular dementia. I feel like I’m underwater trying to breath all this past week. I miss her terribly
This is mild but last time I felt like I didn’t have a dad to entrust my life nor that I should be relaxed without being vigilant what game he would pull out on me or what kind of thing he would do.
The way to cheer me up? I don’t know, I just want my dad to be mature because all my life has been secretive, not even as a kid, had I ever told him any kind of truth.
Today. Mind you, 2 things are in effect:
I’m on my monthly (hormones be DAYUMED) and
I’ve been without my antidepressants for about 2 days so it’s hitting kinda hard.
But I first cried to my mom, and then to my bf, about fearing that my ADHD, GAD, and depression would someday be “too much for him and he’d leave me”. I’ve been told in the past that my brain is too much sometimes 💔
But he’s reassured me for the last 4 years that he accepts, and loves, ALL of me: physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. I’m very blessed.
Why you want to cheer “me” up?
I had emergency surgery last night, and ordinarily I would have called my mom to tell her about it and she’d make me feel better. I couldn’t do that, since she passed away in September.
Stress. My parents died one after another (February 20th and March 21st) and I’ve just been so lost and sad trying to navigate both my emotions and all of the legal mumbo jumbo.
Wednesday. Overwhelmed. Emotional. I journaled, wrote it all down. Went for a walk at the nature park. Sat on my wall. Let it out. UGH! Don’t make think about and start tearing again!!
I broke up with my partner of six years and the father of my child last week. I haven’t cried much. It is for the best. What scares me is that my money won’t stretch as far as it needs to, and the logistics of shared custody for the next 15 years. I think it would cheer me up to know that my happiness will be worth the struggle.
I cried this morning because I love someone that I can’t be with