#comfort bubble

the pantry door is open, the kettle’s on, and this is where everything ends up. just soft rants, silly things, daily musings, vents tucked between biscuit tins. not perfect, not neat, but warmly kept...

no need to tread lightly. pick a basket, grab a seat, and stay as long as you need. 🍮

berry basket ୨ৎ seedlings & sprouts ୨ৎ berry crates ୨ৎ softberry patch ୨ৎ rabbit’s nook ୨ৎ soft pantry ୨ৎ

So Therapist #2 asked me to draw my “comfort bubble” because we are both visual learners  and I did. And I thought, “hey, other people could use this to help explain their own feelings, to a friend, therapist, parent, whoever, so why not post it on the one social media I actually kind of exist on?” So... here you go

capa provisória

Sinopse:

Ela se sentia sozinha, abandonada por seus familiares mesmo convivendo com eles todos os dias. Era como se não pertencesse aquilo. Sentia ânsia de mudar, mas o que poderia fazer? Lhe doía ver amizade alheias, era como se tivesse uma mão apertando seu peito, afinal ela não tinha aquilo.

E então ele apareceu e estourou sua bolha de conforto.

A few days ago I had a vague idea of how this year was going to pan out. I knew that all the hard decisions that I would make this year would be around money, seeing my family and our Europe trip in September. However I was wrong, I don’t know why I was so naive in thinking that’ll be all I would be worried about this year. Fate clearly had other plans for my nerves. I’ll explain. My boyfriend…

A few days ago I had a vague idea of how this year was going to pan out. I knew that all the hard decisions that I would make this year would be around money, seeing my family and our Europe trip in September. However I was wrong, I don’t know why I was so naive in thinking that’ll be all I would be worried about this year. Fate clearly had other plans for my nerves.

I’ll explain.

My boyfriend…