Two Pimples and a Pause
There are two pimples on my chin. They’re small, but they throb. The kind of quiet, persistent pain you can’t ignore. After such a long time without breakouts, their sudden appearance feels… strange. I catch myself wondering, was it the mask I’ve been wearing these past few days while staying with my mom at the hospital? Or because I no longer have the bandwidth to even do my skincare? Or maybe, this is my body trying to say something, at a time when my mind has been too busy to listen. Because the truth is, I haven’t really stopped. Not to think. Not to feel. Not even to breathe, properly. And somehow, these two small pimples feel like a pause I didn’t ask for, but maybe needed. A moment that gently asks: What is actually happening in your life right now? ----- Both of my parents are seriously ill. At the same time. My dad needs to have one of his kidneys removed because of a large tumor attached to it. My mom was just diagnosed with a brainstem stroke, affecting her vision and balanc...