Trans author (he/him) A hot mess with many opinions. My beloved husband Wayne -- my Person, died 9/17/19. Expect lots of posts about grief and loss. ❤️
My first thought was, “Take THAT fuckface!”, then I felt like a terrible human, remembered I hate guns and that preschoolers have active shooter drills, prayed that he would be okay.
(Actually—I hoped he would be terrified and at LEAST feel like he stepped on a giant Lego.)
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Hello, friends. This was crazy hard to post. I’m digging out of a deep and horrid hole of depression/grief. If y’all have anything to spare, I’d appreciate it. ❤️
@CatieOsaurus The only way this could be MORE intense is if you also had to calculate how long it would take you to pick it up in Boston in 2 days, leaving on a train going 50mph, during a blizzard, uphill, assuming the gale force winds were blowing from the SSW…😮
@HeidiOBrien8 Love and white light to you. My husband died in 2019, and I have to tell you—you WILL never be the same. But I PROMISE you that beauty and joy come back.
It’s a twisting, complicated, road—and grief is a wily as@hole, but you’ll build a life you want to live. Pinkie promise. ❤️
@marliessmits64 I think yours is the ultimate bravery—wishing you love and light as you finish this chapter in your worldly tale and move onto the next one, free of pain and suffering. 💕
@CatieOsaurus Followed you over here from…There™️. Man, their ENDLESS wankery must be exhausting. I post ADHD/ASD content and I either get lots of views—or, I basically talk to myself. I’ve given up trying to suss out rhyme or reason for it. The ableism and censorship is appalling. You. Rock.