In retrospect, being asked by my mother to help proofread her dating profiles and take pictures for it at middle/high school age was hella not okay.

I'm a survivor of child emotional incest/abuse/psychosexual abuse.
My abuser died. I didn't think I'd be grieving this hard.
I already grieved my mother years ago when I finally cut contact. I can't offer anything positive to say in the way that normal people do. Just a vent.

I recommend everyone learning to make congee if they can handle porridge consistency. 1/4 rice per bowl made as shown.
I'm already going through intense financial insecurity myself, and I know it's going to get worse for everyone.

There's so many military/police departments, processes, and literal combat and destabilization tactics that are initialized that Ive had to look up and yet we're the alphabet Mafia?

This was honestly my mood today

I don't need to be liked or allowed into parties
I just need to be myself and care about others and the rest will fall into place 🦋

Moving to a rural small town when I can't drive was so very smart of me...