Y’all, I’m sorry. in My Life

I’m still working on what I want to say about my surgery.

Haven’t forgotten.

Mother Nature is on her way. My mental health drops when this is happening. Just the other day, I was trying to figure out which day I have to stay late at work. “Monday?” I thought. “No, my late day is Friday.”

“Good, because maybe I’ll be dead by then and will end up not having to do it”, said a completely random, unwelcome, uninvited intrusive thought.

Man, I have so much to say. So many new things going on in my life. So much anxiety as the world that we know crashes down around us.

I’m still trying to return.