I’m touching my teeth with my tongue, counting each like a rosary.
Andrea Gibson died. I feel so soft and sad. I've been reading their work for so, so long, back in the days of Tumblr. Back in the days. They were magic. I am sad for their family and friends, and also for the world. They brought the goodness. We need the goodness. Rest in peace, poet.
Things that you can do when you feel that dread-pit-of-your-stomach thing:
Put yourself in bed for a bit. Covers over head. Phone switched off.
Write a long list of everything you’re scared of happening and then tear it to bits.
Stare into the eyes of someone you love. Get lost there.
Call/text people you love and sincerely tell them why and tell them how they’ve changed your life.
Journal. Write down all the people who you need to be better to. Jot notes on how you will.
Draw. It reorganizes the white matter in your prefrontal cortex and makes you even more creative.
Make playlists for others.
Put your hand on your heart and remind yourself that you are still here, baby. You’re still here.
-ATS
I’m finding everything overwhelming. YOU?
I feel like I am good at giving advice but terrible at taking it. I’m doing these things and more. I’m touching my teeth with my tongue, counting each like a rosary. I’m here on my bed with my foot hanging over the mattress and it’s just shaking. I am saying your name out loud 5 times. Everything weird soothes me right now. I love you.
xo
Amy