I thought writing out my experiences would be therapeutic. I didn’t expect it to be quite this difficult.
Damn it. This blog was supposed to be HEALING. Writing it out always is, for me, at least. Why is this so hard?
The good news: my divorce will be final by the end of the month. And it’s a SHORT month, as a friend pointed out.
The bad news: I think, for once, for maybe the first and only time, there is none. Okay, so a lunatic is running my country, and… Jesus, I think that’s enough, yes? But personally, nothing. Nothing, nothing, and it’s about time.
I’m going to keep trying to write about what I’ve been through. No, not try.