iamtherealcrystal

[iamtherealcrystal]

Yesterday I was in the middle of what I like to call a mild existential unraveling.

Not a full-on spiral; just the kind where you question the nature of love, identity, memory, and whether you’re permanently broken or just molting again.

You know. Tuesday.

And mid-thought spiral, standing there feeling vaguely like steam and heartbreak and the shell of a phoenix who’s done one too many rebirths…

I made chocolate-covered strawberries.

For my kids.

Their first ones.

[iamtherealcrystal]