Hail Mary Full of Grace
Sunday, March 29, 2026I'm numb. I don't want to write. I don't want to talk. I don't want to express. I stand defeated. By work, by people, by circumstances.
I am doing everything in my capacity to recuperate. Some days it looks like eating for a family of three, on other it looks like watching 8 hours of uninterrupted Office re-runs; all while being employed. The crash? Also, because of employment.
I wish I knew that cutting alcohol and decentering men wouldn't mean drama ends. It only means the subject of drama shifts to areas where I like my life relatively drama free.
Enough thoughts for a while. Might go back to drinking who knows.

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