chronically ill, liscenced to chill

I feel so guilty, wasting my summers inside and becoming nocturnal. But this weather is unsafe unbearable, heat and smoke, poison rain. Then I reminisce about summer camp, trips to the beach with my best friends, playing in my backyard. An entire childhood spent in the woods with my dog. There’s so much I’ll never get back. I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve already had my last good summer, climate change and greed doing their irreparable damage. Struggling to grieve a slow painful death

My life is everything I’ve dreamed and worked so hard towards. Knitting in parks talking to babies and old ladies, raising stray kittens, building a community garden, working in an art studio, my own beautiful apartment with porches and craft room, loving pets and neighbors that build community with me. My father’s bitterness can’t reach me here, I’ve crafted my own beautiful life out of love.

My friends and neighbors have been so helpful this weekend. I can’t possibly express my gratitude to them, brought to tears by their kindness with no way to repay. I finally have relationships with people who invest in their community

Cleaning with adhd is ridiculous, it took me 3 hours to make my bed. 3 HOURS! Because I decided to sew myself a new pillowcase. Then, before I could mop the floor, I started a wood working project, so my studio is covered in sawdust

Secured phoebe bridgers tickets, we’re so back

Trying to convince myself this is a period of change and loss is inherent to the process. But really just feels like a string of bad luck/profound sadness since my birthday. Did I get cursed again?