Well, a few days ago I finally curled up on my couch to watch your adaption of Little Women. And lemme tell you Greta, I ugly cried. Like WEPT. I’m not quite sure why, but this version of the story sparked something in me.
The guilt sets in, and the vicious cycle of feeling worthless takes another lap around the track. I don’t go anywhere other than work, I don’t cook. Instead I use Doordash to deliver Vietnamese food for the third time this week.