No one teaches us how to feel. Not the real way. We’re spit out into the world like emotional little androids—screaming, blinking, “Hello, world?”—and expected to function. Expected to swallow grief like vitamins and stack trauma like it’s laundry. And it is always laundry day. Emotions don’t go away. They wait. Like socks in theContinue reading “Emotional Laundry: the Truth Beneath the Grime”
