Welcome to Dispatch #051421, a series of fragmented thoughts written over the course of the past two weeks.
Boundaries
Sometimes it feels like I’m melting into the floor and I wish I had scotch tape to hold me up against the wall (as if that would keep me from melting). I have been wondering lately if this sensation represents what it’s like to ignore a …
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Cereal Aisle by Leandra Medine Cohen to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.