February Fears

a ramble on creativity ft. anxiety and my mom

January is finally over, thank God. I know everyone and their mother’s been saying this month’s been long as hell and exhausting to boot, but it bears repeating: it’s been long as hell and exhausting to boot. But now it’s February, and it came with blazing sun even if it was bitterly cold. 

I spent the first day of this month celebrating my niece’s birthday—she’s already six!—making up a Ramadan fast, and wrestling with insecurity and envy and a looming feeling of dread.

It’s the latter I wanna talk about, and it springs from my mother. Not that she did anything to me; this is definitely a me problem, not a her problem.

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