VENT IF YOU SCROLL DOWN. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. (If you're just here to check the art out, fabulous! Have a nice day! :DDD) It's tough being the mom/therapist friend I'm just constantly scared for the safety of all of my friends. I just want them to be okay, y'know? And i'm so scared they'll just die someday, just like that, that my efforts weren't good enough, that i didn't make them feel loved enough. It's really hard. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world though, for clarity's sake. My silly goblin friends (and partner) need me, and nothing could ever stop me from being there for them. NOTHING. Not even freaking death. So i'm okay with suffering a bit if it means i can help them. And it's not like they don't help me. They make me feel loved and appreciated on the regular! They make me feel like i matter, like my words and actions have a good, lasting impact. I could never repay them for that <3 I am forever in their debt, and that is absolutely fine by me.
To my friends and partner: I love you guys so much <3 Tl;dr of the vent: Caring about people hurts sometimes. I've found that it is so worth it though.
