La Semaine de ‘Blues’
Notes from a week spent half-hiding, half-transforming, and wholly learning to stay in the room.
This week began with a blank white page and the immediate, overwhelming urge to hide. Not metaphorically. Physically. Two duvets, face buried, consciousness hovering somewhere between “maybe I’m fine” and “please nobody ask me for anything.”
Gen Z has already rebranded the Sunday Scaries into the Tuesday Scaries, because apparently dread now needs 48 hou…
