My belief in the power of manifestation, i.e., “thinking it into existence,” has vanished into the night with my thigh gap and math skills—which is to say it was never here to begin with.
Thinking of all the times I’ve shamed myself and how it’s never once worked! You’re thoughtfully moving through this life and that’s all any of us can want ❤️
Oh I love this. As someone who's gone through a rollercoaster of substances and subsequent shame over the years, your perspective is so refreshing. I'm in a much better place now but damn, if I'd read this 5 years ago perhaps my spirals wouldn't have been so... spiraly
I know that rollercoaster TOO damn well. I tend to think I’ll know it, to some degree, for the rest of my life… and so we make art ❤️ 🫶🏼 so happy to hear you’re in a better place. Really appreciate the read and comment
Truly a pleasure to have found your work 🍯 And yeah, I think it is so illustrative of our relationship with desire. There will always be something, some experience we want more of. And in my experience the higher the emotional charge, the cloudier everything becomes. "Maybe I'll find what I want in xyz..." when really I always just wanted more of me
So, minus the drinking, I relate to all of this with sugar substituted in place of alcohol. The restorative, therapeutic power of dinner with friends is really something indeed.
I’m in a writing workshop and read this during my break, so my brain isnt all the way there. But @Dia, I love your writing so much. That line about the Vase at the edge of the desk was so fucking fire!
Man, I've been struggling with drinking and not feeling like shit the morning after JUST 2 drinks... weirdly I always find that when I drink in situations where I'm like "oh i SHOULD have a drink" I'm way more hungover than when I drink with close friends. Is that a thing????
This resonates so much and totally hits on familiar feelings. A friend one time said to me, “sometimes good is good enough,” and I still think about that ALL THE TIME. 😂 love this piece!
I drank my way through my 36 through 41 years. Beside your mama many times. Some I regret many I do not. So many dreamy memories. And one day something else is more.
Ahhhh, so relatable!! I always get this secondhand embarrassment the day after drinking and ruminate on everything that happened to death. But it never stops me for too long 🤣
Ahhhh! I remember the days when smoking didn’t give me bronchitis and drinking only mildly made me feel like I was swiped by a bus. These meat suits and our time here are temporary. Get your whole damn life, baby! This made me miss having a cigarette on a crisp fall day on a Manhattan street.
Thinking of all the times I’ve shamed myself and how it’s never once worked! You’re thoughtfully moving through this life and that’s all any of us can want ❤️
Shame is useless like 80% of the time I swear. 🙃❤️❤️❤️
Your writing is so good this is the first time I’ve missed being hungover in Philadelphia
We can always make this happen again… I’ll be waiting. ☎️🍻
Oh I love this. As someone who's gone through a rollercoaster of substances and subsequent shame over the years, your perspective is so refreshing. I'm in a much better place now but damn, if I'd read this 5 years ago perhaps my spirals wouldn't have been so... spiraly
I know that rollercoaster TOO damn well. I tend to think I’ll know it, to some degree, for the rest of my life… and so we make art ❤️ 🫶🏼 so happy to hear you’re in a better place. Really appreciate the read and comment
Truly a pleasure to have found your work 🍯 And yeah, I think it is so illustrative of our relationship with desire. There will always be something, some experience we want more of. And in my experience the higher the emotional charge, the cloudier everything becomes. "Maybe I'll find what I want in xyz..." when really I always just wanted more of me
So, minus the drinking, I relate to all of this with sugar substituted in place of alcohol. The restorative, therapeutic power of dinner with friends is really something indeed.
It’s like you knew I ate a brownie for breakfast 🫣
I have this morning problem where I drink coffee and eat nothing for hours, and then when I eat I want everything in the kitchen lol.
I absolutely love it. Thriving in the chaos of coffee on an empty stomach because why not??! ❤️
You are WINNING
I’m in a writing workshop and read this during my break, so my brain isnt all the way there. But @Dia, I love your writing so much. That line about the Vase at the edge of the desk was so fucking fire!
The feeling is mutual, friend ☺️☺️ thank you so much!!!
Man, I've been struggling with drinking and not feeling like shit the morning after JUST 2 drinks... weirdly I always find that when I drink in situations where I'm like "oh i SHOULD have a drink" I'm way more hungover than when I drink with close friends. Is that a thing????
Oh I am SO here for this speculation… like I believe this is a thing… I am WITH YOU 🌀🌀
killer opening line!!
Thank you so much 😊
This resonates so much and totally hits on familiar feelings. A friend one time said to me, “sometimes good is good enough,” and I still think about that ALL THE TIME. 😂 love this piece!
LOVE that quote hahahah 😂🫶🏼 thanks so much for reading!
I drank my way through my 36 through 41 years. Beside your mama many times. Some I regret many I do not. So many dreamy memories. And one day something else is more.
Truthhhh!!
Ahhhh, so relatable!! I always get this secondhand embarrassment the day after drinking and ruminate on everything that happened to death. But it never stops me for too long 🤣
Ahhhh! I remember the days when smoking didn’t give me bronchitis and drinking only mildly made me feel like I was swiped by a bus. These meat suits and our time here are temporary. Get your whole damn life, baby! This made me miss having a cigarette on a crisp fall day on a Manhattan street.
That is such beautiful imagery to me 😍 a smoke is such a timeless pleasure I swear