Some of us didn’t grow up with therapy.
We grew up with Wattpad.
And somehow, that healed parts of us too.
Drop the names of fanfics that patched you up when you were breaking apart.
I want to read them—maybe they’ll stitch me back too...
Some of us didn’t grow up with therapy.
We grew up with Wattpad.
And somehow, that healed parts of us too.
Drop the names of fanfics that patched you up when you were breaking apart.
I want to read them—maybe they’ll stitch me back too...
Some days, it’s not even sadness.
It’s just… the weight.
Of replying when you don’t want to.
Smiling when you’re too tired.
Caring when no one notices.
And still showing up.
Still trying.
Quietly.
Softly.
Bravely.