confessions

Today I’m sharing something a little personal:
I have separation anxiety. When my parents leave the room or close a door, I panic. I cry. I let out soft little howls they call “Weenie Whining.”

And look, I am just a baby. But also… I know what I’m doing a little. Yes, I feel scared and abandoned. But I’ve also noticed that when I make just the right sad sound, someone usually comes to get me. So now I live in that complicated space between genuine distress and low-level emotional manipulation.

Sometimes things just feel bigger than they probably are. Does anyone else ever feel like that?