does it really get better? is it really worth pushing through to get there?

this is maybe too honest but I never knew I could feel so alone with so much support. my loved ones are glad I survived, but I'm so angry. I can't believe how angry I am.

anyone else experiencing a constant yearning and homesickness?

your favorite trope is pretend relationships because you want to feel seen and loved despite the fronts you put up to the rest of the world

I wrote a letter to a former teacher, thanking her for all she taught us. I told her that her teaching helped me find hope during a rough time. I’ve found my passion in life for helping others, I said, and I’m grateful to her for my ability to do so.
She unfriended me on Facebook

the depressive episode apology tour adds up so quickly. I'm sorry I didn't reply, sorry I didn't show up, sorry I haven't checked in, sorry the place is a mess, sorry I missed that deadline, sorry we haven't caught up...

something breaking through the despair: my tiny dog amidst flowers in my favorite color

honesty is important to me, so even though I really want to say I'm doing better today, I'm not. the thoughts keep pulling at me. I feel helpless.

having a hard night. feeling like I can't make it to the morning

Over the past months or so, I began familairizing myself with the poetry, nonfiction, and fiction from and/or related to Sudan, and seeing how Sudan isn't talked about too often within the public space, here is a thread on Sudanese literature for those wanting to read more (🧵):

7 years today 💙

Don't throw away your eclipse glasses; donate them so other people can experience the joy and wonder you did!