wela always said this one when we got hurt or felt sick, right before she made us sopita: sana, sana, colita de rana, si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana. (be healed, be healed butt of a frog. if you’re not healed today, you’ll be healed tomorrow. )
whenever there is a sunshower, i hear my grandmother saying “el diablo esta casando.” which means the devil is getting married and its something her mother used to say to her. we’re a weird people.
i know its uncomfortable to reach out to people who seem so sad, but it is needed. reaching out in the tiniest ways are important and they deserve yr time. if you have anything positive to give, give it.
actual human contact feels so difficult. i cant say things out loud that i can write down with a little bit of anonymity, or at least a screen, buffering me.
i feel a lot of shame for feeling so bad and being so helpless to make it better. i feel unworthy of feeling better.
just know that reaching out is never a bad idea.
i feel so entirely lonely and empty.
wela, welo, my brother jarod and me in happier times.