Marissa

I am not a big fan of things affecting me without my knowledge (idk who is), but it happens. It's also been easier to accept things, and I'm not sure if it's from age, experience, or both. Whatever! I accept the gift of acceptance.

Knowing that accepting and agreeing with were two separate things has also helped me understand what acceptance really is. I accept the fact that my two closest relatives have passed on.

I thought that their losses would fuck me up more, honestly. I thought I'd have to be put away somewhere. Although, I did kind of put myself away at home. Isolation is something very familiar to me, but it has also come at the expense of time I could have otherwise spent with my loved ones. I have since pushed myself to come back to what was handle-able by me previously. I am responding to messages, I am laugh reacting the memes. I am alive, and it can be proven.

I have reconnected with my dad, who survived a stroke, and is bed ridden. His goal is to walk again. I think he can do it. I see him when I am able to.