I am spinning. I am spiraling. I am falling apart. I am separating. We have separated. … after sixteen years. … And I don't know who I am without him.
It's December, and we're still here, and we're allowed to be unproductive for a while. I'm done apologizing for it.
*bleedoop* There was a message on my phone. I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if googling “home remedies for depression” one more time would give me any advice beyond “diet and exercise”. The advice is always “exercise, have a routine, eat well, don’t drink”. Because people who exercise, people