Oh. ohh.
at your assistance-
Over time, I’ve grown crystals. I am the crystal caves. solar flare. I keep thinking there’s somewhere we can go where this doesn’t exist. Maybe if we can get away from the dry heat and shitty architecture there will be savory pies and strawberry cake and the end of the world won’t be true.
I underestimated my depression.
It’s too obvious to talk about self-care. Everyone already knows about self-care. Everyone already knows that you have to sleep enough and treat yourself with kindness. That’s not good enough.
