the crumbling difference between wrong and right

It’s been rough.

And so much better.

Back and forth. And yet I do not feel too swingy.

I am feeling more alive and vibrant, more in my own skin, more consistent, and more… just more. than I’ve been in a while.

But I do get hit with the sad. I just let it come. So lately I am that girl… I am out, enjoying a meal with friends, and I’m having a nice time, but then I slip to the back of the conversation, my presence recedes, and if you happen to notice, I am a bit glazed over and on the edge of tears.

Waking Up is Hard to Deux

I tried it again this morning. I have no shame about looking like I look, but yesterday really was exceptional, in how strung-out scary I appeared.

So here.

Although, not gonna lie, I don’t know if this is much of an improvement. And therefore perhaps I do have shame. We need to move that along!