The Things We Don’t Say Out Loud
Let’s be honest — none of us know what the hell we’re doing. Adulthood is basically running on caffeine, anxiety, and vibes, while hoping nobody notices we’re just winging it. Here’s the thing — we’re all out here winging it, but pretending we’ve got some kind of master plan. Spoiler: none of us do. Half of adulthood is googling “can you reheat rice without dying” and the other half is forgetting you even bought rice. We don’t say: “I’m exhausted but if I stop for five minutes, the guilt monster eats me alive.” “I’m scared people only like me when I’m funny or useful, not when I’m lying on the sofa staring at the wall like it owes me rent.” “Sometimes I wonder if everyone else got the manual for life and I just got the Argos leaflet that only gives you the dimensions.” And yet — if you strip away the polished Insta grids and the ‘yeah not bad, you?’ small talk? We’re all living some version of the same feral chaos. 🧶 The ADHD Flavour of Relatable Losing your glasses… while they’r...