Where the hell have you been, dude?

I’ve been going through it, as per usual. The STORY of my LIFE, which I’m sure will make me a million dollars one day because it is so COMPELLING. Which is the one upside of my brain never letting me forget the traumatic shit.

Anyway.

I was out of spoons. Seriously. At last report, you all know I was in such emotional shambles that I was prescribed an emtional support animal and I got a rescue that had been in the shleter for almost four months and helping her adjust to life outside has taken alot of energy. I’m currently responsible for three children, two guinea pigs, one dog, and about a dozen plants which, for me, is a lot of life to be responsible for. Taking care of them and me took all the spoons I had, there were none left to write coherent things for you to read.

Today, I am STILL DOING PRETTY BAD, but I’m still here, and no one can tell me I owe them anything more.

I aspire to be back to posting at least once a week, but I’m not going to force it. I come first. My family comes first. That’s just what it is and that’s what it should be.