Ahh I’m so sorry Jonathon, this sounds scary and hard. Always here for you, and always sending my love. Lemme know if u wanna catch up for tea/Planetes etc. xoxox
Thank you so much K8. Tea is always a healthy treat. x (•́ ॣ·̫ ॣ•̀,)՞
My brain is playing games with me these days; things that I don’t understand. It fills me with levels of anxiety I’ve never come across. It places traps across all areas of my life. Not that that’s anything new, but it’s getting worse. If I’m ever to get better do I have to understand them though? Or do they just have go away? Or should I just look the other way? Like, I’m really waiting for the knife to come down and do it’s work and scoop out the necessary pieces of unwelcome brain shit. I have a surgery date at least—finally.
Bad days are just bad days. I’m not even sure what a good one is anymore. It’s beyond scary. I move a lot slower now.