That moment when you've been having a mild but silent panic attack all day and it's almost midnight and you see a video of your hero from childhood and you just break down in the only safe space you had as a kid.
I saw this woman as a mother for years and her image paused on my TV screen was often the only unconditional support I received as a child who couldn't ask for things like verbal support. She was protective, loyal, inspiring, and the origin of my coffee addiction...
And today just her voice made me break down into tears finally releasing the anxious energy that has kept me awake for almost two days.
🫂🫂
