Loneliness, anxiety, trying to be a person amidst all this.
The first week of June was intense.
Sensory overwhelm, solace from friends, and frustration fudge.
I tried a different way of balancing my time with my kid, and my time as myself. It wasn't great.
Most of the time — 90-95% — I’m proud of myself, and I know I’m capable. But it’s during that …
This is what I have to say today.
I'm done composting and itching to move on. Trouble is, my habits didn't get the memo.