I turned off Slack, cried in the shower for six minutes, and slept until 3pm. My worth didn't decrease. I'm writing this so future-me remembers that resting was allowed.
— Rohan Kapoor · 31
Dad's been gone eleven months. I still make two cups of tea most mornings before I catch myself. Today I let the second one cool on the counter and told him about my promotion out loud. The kitchen felt warmer for exactly one minute.
I wrote her four pages the night she left and never opened them again. Tonight I recorded them here instead. I'm not sending them anywhere. I just needed the sentences to exist somewhere outside my chest.
You weren't cruel. You were scared and eighteen months from therapy. She deserved better and so did you. You can hold both of those things without collapsing.
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