Beautiful! Finally reading all your essays back, in order and aloud to my 16 year old Olive. I wish you could be in their circle! You two would have much to talk about. And my mom would steal bowl for me without hesitation. I love you have a mom like this!
“I look back now on all the times I tried to get off of Zoloft and really wonder what I was thinking. I saw it as a “crutch,” which come to think of it, is SO SO ableist. Good lord, some of us need crutches to walk. That’s not a weakness, that is only an indicator that we have a beautiful array of bodies and experiences.”—THIS 💕 Also, I love your salad bowl-stealing Mom.
My English mother would call it "feeling a bit low."
I'm gonna steal that. xoxox
Beautiful! Finally reading all your essays back, in order and aloud to my 16 year old Olive. I wish you could be in their circle! You two would have much to talk about. And my mom would steal bowl for me without hesitation. I love you have a mom like this!
“I look back now on all the times I tried to get off of Zoloft and really wonder what I was thinking. I saw it as a “crutch,” which come to think of it, is SO SO ableist. Good lord, some of us need crutches to walk. That’s not a weakness, that is only an indicator that we have a beautiful array of bodies and experiences.”—THIS 💕 Also, I love your salad bowl-stealing Mom.
This is great and very uh relatable (horrible word, will have to do right now). Also, you have calamityware plates! A true kindred spirit.
I love this essay. The vulnerability is so pure. Accompaniment. Yes. Thank you so much for writing this.