The Thoughts In The Coils Of My Brain

I scroll on my phone to silence my thoughts

I keep memories of you in a note on my phone. I would hate to forget the details. It’s been 10 years since your diagnosis and seven years since you passed. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Sometimes it feels like another life. It always hurts.

I try not to feel my feelings anymore.

Why do compliments from strangers just hit different?

This is a moment of struggle. Struggling is a part of life. May I be kind to myself.

We are living in a culture of outrage rather than understanding.

Tonight I tried to drive away before my mom was in the car. #berealonsocials

When your significant other is not Italian or from New York and thinks using fuck regularly is “cussing at them” 🙄

Surround yourself with people who want to hear what you have to say.

When you plan for a whole day off to do nothing but you’re too anxious for that and need something to do to to actually relax.

My dad just referred to texts as “email greetings” 😂

Having a type A personality in a world where social media promotes perfection as a standard is exhausting.

Anyone else scroll for hours looking at old photos of themselves and their bodies and you just get more and more anxious? Just me?