I am really struggling to come up with anything insightful to say here recently.
I’ve been busy, sure, and that doesn’t help. But also, I feel like my experience has reached a boring point where not much new is coming out, and not much is changing.
I keep alternating between thinking there’s hope that I’ll be ok eventually, and knowing that I will never be whole again.
None of that feels useful to me, much less anyone else.
So I’m touching base briefly, saying that tonight, I could really use an Ian hug. He was really good with them.
Instead, I’ll curl up with my cat and go to sleep, and the busyness of tomorrow will distract me.
Life goes on. Even if it feels like it shouldn’t.
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