#thattruththo

Fuck ... I want to not be stressing about work right now. I get that I’m lucky to be virtual and to still be making a paycheck, and I’m in full understanding of my privilege (in so, so, so many capacities) ... it’s why I feel guilt & shame & stress over even making this post, but damn. Can’t a body get a break from a stupid, broken, tired brain?

Not to be a downer, but it’s a bit of a drag when your partner doesn’t really speak your Love Language(TM)