I gave knoble a bag to carry inside the house, and she dropped the bag and took off running. Now our groceries are on the floor, and I’m chasing a toddler who thinks everything is funny.
I'm not toxic. I'm reactive. There's a person somewhere calling me difficult, and they're leaving out the part where they pushed every boundary I set, ignored every signal I gave, and then acted shocked when I finally stopped being gentle about it.
I came to the conclusion that people really don’t know how to handle nice me. I have to tap back into cursing people the fuck out. I get more done when I'm being mean.
I want to write a letter to myself. I think that’s something I may do either at the end of the year or the beginning, and I also want to write letters to knoble so when she gets older she can read them.
not gonna lie… this year dragged my mental health through the mud in ways i wasn’t ready for. it felt like every time i caught my breath, life threw something else at me. i had days where i was strong, and days where i was barely holding on. but i’m still here… bruised a little, tired a lot, but still fighting. this year tested me harder than anything, but it also showed me i’m tougher than i thought.