Whenever I’m really sad it feels like either heartburn, or this “tightness” or something just below my sternum.
Also Creamsicle says he’s sorry for making a dumb post. Here’s a picture of him with a noodle on his head.
Btw I take him to the vet when he eats cat food because that’s Gregory’s cat food. I tell the vet he got into some chocolate so they’ll give him an emetic and maybe he’ll decide the cat food isn’t worth it and there won’t be a next time, but he’s an idi—GOD DAMNIT CREAMSICLE COME BACK HERE.
”Yay!”
The physicality of emotion is something I had to sort of rediscover after a long period of deep depression and it's a bit frightening at times how much power it can have.