This popped up for me on IG this week. I’m super amused by the “#frazzled”, considering I was moderately ok right then. It was Monday, I was just starting my second week of “alone” and “after”. Then, two hours later, I was on the side of the highway scrambling to find a debit card so…
It’s been exactly one year since he came home. Things have changed. Things are the same. I’m still anxious. I’m better than I have been in recent years, but there are periods where I totally freak out about everything that’s happened. Sometimes, I feel like everything is collapsing around me. I’ll be having a good…
It’s Monday again. I’m spending the morning outside the courtroom, in the same loud hallway I was in two weeks ago, sitting on the same cold, metal bench. He just wants to get past all of this, to the point where he’s taking a shitty plea offer in exchange for risking jail time if he…