Christmas - and all that it entails - is a double-edged sword. In my humble opinion, the holiday is supposed to represent (for believers and non-believers alike) - joy.
It has been a hard year - I have felt very disconnected from being my best self. We moved and that proved to be a nightmare scenario as it resulted in a new disability for me, cutting me off from work and any income (or restitution for lost income, hospital bills or pain and suffering). Even now, I am only able to work 2 days a week.
But the upside is I have gotten to spend more time with my dying father.
I'm a nicer person these days, but it came at a steep price. My life became donut-shaped, like the universe, with a huge black hole right smack in the middle. And I've yet to solve the equation as to whether or not the black hole is pulling me in or the gravity from other large bodies is holding me back from oblivion. I'd like to think the latter is true, but some days it feels like I'm kidding myself when I take a good, hard look in the mirror. The swell of a ceaseless tide I have drowned repeatedly I came back for you time and again But I wish not for death any more I yearn to live in the light Of our story written in song Reach out. Tell me which songs are ours, again. Give me back my "Notebook." - A Muse
11:03 p.m. - 2022-12-24
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