Sorry I’ve been kinda awol. I currently have two friends dying. Jack is old and my other friend has catastrophic pancreatic cancer. She’s 52. I sometimes get overwhelmed by the world and its insanity and then I remember the most we can do is usually right in front of us.
It’s a gorgeous California day, so I went rollerblading to try and shake the depression that is lapping the shores of my subconscious, like an incoming fog. Life is sad and hard but there’s beauty everywhere and as cliche as that sounds right now, I’m hanging on to every cliche I can or slip into depression or worse, drink to shut my fucking brain up. Don’t worry. I won’t. But still — the thought is always there. Sobriety is fucking hard.