"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
The days have turned into weeks, and soon to be months. Life has become a blur. But somehow, we survive. It’s not pretty, but we manage to make it work.
I’m not saying I need to get out more, I’m saying it would be nice to not have the mental load of it all. I’m not saying I want a holiday – even though one would be nice.
"I hear a familiar voice yell 'YES!' And then she literally runs to the front. There’s some writing on my to-go bag, but i don’t pay much attention to it. I grab my food and head out the door."
I was ruining all of the important relationships in my life because I DIDN’T CARE. I didn’t care about anything. I felt like a hollow shell. I was spiraling out of control. I snapped at everyone for everything and I couldn’t make it stop.