Is there a word for bad nostalgia? Is it just regret? That doesn’t sound quite right. I thought i’d outgrown these feelings and put them away, but seeing this meme brings them back full force. The panic, the instant guilt, the sorrow that all comes with looking over the edge of the bed and seeing my lil cabbage patch kid all crumpled up on the floor. Even now I can feel the surge of adrenaline from leaning just a little too far out of bed, almost falling out myself. Just being able to reach one little ruffle on dolly’s jammies, just enough to snatch her off the ground, scoop her into bed, and sob and apologize, but deep down I know sorry will never be enough to make up for tossing her on the ground in the middle of the night.

Thanks for the morning cry. Probably gonna have to go to my mom’s house after work and see if I can find my old stuff.

Hope you get to feel some sunshine today xoxo