I've spent the last week caring for my dad in the hospital. It has been nothing short of exhausting but I'm cherishing every moment that I have with him. On a recent brief break I was washing my hands and the sharp spark of my stud earrings caught my eye. They looked gorgeous and I almost cried because it was so nice to have something frivolous and pretty to look at and give me a 2 second distraction from reality.
I've been waffling between feeling shallow and thankful but my emotions are completely fried and I'm coping in any way I can. I've knitted nearly half a sweater during the hours that dad is asleep and I've caught myself meditating on the differences in the geometry of my studs.
I don't think anyone in real life would understand diamonds (even very little ones) as a coping mechanism so I came here.
I've been waffling between feeling shallow and thankful but my emotions are completely fried and I'm coping in any way I can. I've knitted nearly half a sweater during the hours that dad is asleep and I've caught myself meditating on the differences in the geometry of my studs.
I don't think anyone in real life would understand diamonds (even very little ones) as a coping mechanism so I came here.