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Migraine Burnout Is Real — And Self-Help Can Shove It
It’s the weekend. Apparently that means joy, brunch, and yoga for Instagram. For me? Migraine, sinus pressure, and unsolicited advice about ‘making the best of it.’ Spoiler: I didn’t. At this point, if life gives me lemons, I’m just going to lie down and let them hit me in the face. At least that might clear my sinuses.
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Losing Peace, Finding Sarcasm
Some rooms hold ambition. Mine just holds me, a laptop with a crooked leg, and rain that thinks it’s important.
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The Addiction to Being Liked
The obsession with being liked is a leech at a blood buffet—bloated, done, and dead. You? Still left dizzy and emotionally anaemic. I used to beg for approval. Now? I like churros. And I don't care if churros like me back. Welcome to the era of not being Wi-Fi—because I’m not for everyone, and I’ve finally made peace with it.
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Raw Emotional Self-Reflection: Leastinterested, A Reader Who Wasn’t
Library runs were my performance art. Surrounded by readers of romance, thrillers, and law, I chose cartoons and snacks. While everyone grew up citing novels, I memorized funeral listings and shop names. This is for the ones who never read the books, but still wrote their own damn story.
