I feel like I lost the entire month of November. Like I literally don’t know where it went or what happened. One second it was October and life was great, the next it’s somehow December? It’s odd. October ended about how I expected – pretty good. The tail-end of the month kept up the good […]
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220 Days.
So, there’s a funny thing about trauma. About pain. We’re wired to forget it. We’re literally programmed to dull the pain, to forget how bad everything hurt, so we can continue moving forward. It’s the end of October. And you know what? I’m doing really, really great. There’s a small part of me that hates […]
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I don’t understand how it’s September. I really didn’t think I was gonna be here for September. Yet here I am, still kicking. I guess I’m grateful, but sometimes it feels like I’ve just forced myself to be here while I watch everything I know implode. In a way, I feel better. I think I’ve […]
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When I wrote 60 Days, I mentioned not knowing what the next 60 days would hold. I don’t know that I expected it to be more of the same, but life’s funny that way. My days are very similar to how they were two months ago – wake up, play Animal Crossing, stay home. The […]
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I don’t have many updates to share. The last 31 days have been more or less the same as the previous 60 days. The routine is the same. I stay home. I struggle with mental illness and suicidal thoughts. I continue to strain familial relationships. I get stoned. I watch Doctor Who and play Animal […]
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At the time of writing this, I’ve been sheltering in place for 60 days. 60 days at home, just Seth and I. 60 days since I’ve hugged another person. 60 days since I’ve been able to go out without taking a million precautions. 60 days stuck. The entire fucking world has changed in those 60 […]
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