Sometimes I’d like to talk…I really would, but it’s then I become mute.
I spilled wine on my laptop
I wasted time and money on fruitless human interactions
My period shows up
My urgent business is stalled
I haven’t cooked in two weeks
I haven’t gone grocery shopping especially for fruits
I’m writing to the internet rather than talking to my “loved ones”
I air quoted loved ones
I’m feeling utterly miserable, physical and emotional pain
And absolute mental agony…anguish
I’m not torn. I’m whole and rotting from the inside. The worst; for its harder to reach, harder to see and consequently harder to heal.
Aye, alas one must go on, persevere, #faithit [face it, fake it, fate it]