I really can’t stand hearing people talk about all the amazing things they’re doing with their moms today—especially going all-out like everything’s perfect now that the pandemic is over.

I hate seeing those over-the-top videos of people surprising their moms with extravagant gifts, half of them doing it just for clout.

I hate when people crowd the stores last-minute trying to buy something just to say they did—holding up lines because they procrastinated.

I hate being reminded on this day that my own mom is still easily offended by my mental health issues—especially after what happened yesterday. I’m not ready to talk about it, and I honestly don’t want to keep reliving the past.

But hey. At least there are food discounts.

I'm sorry if I sound like a terrible person. This weekend has been awful, and Mother’s Day was just the cherry on top. After almost ten years of pain and buildup, maybe I finally cracked a bit.

I cried harder this year than I have in a long time—harder than I’ve cried since 2015. But I’m okay now. I managed to calm myself down.

Anyway… Happy Mother’s Day. If you’re celebrating, I hope your day is peaceful—and tearless.