I’ve had a hell of a month or so. If I equate my daily life with traveling down a river in a boat, then these last few weeks have been the equivalent of class 5 white water rapids that very nearly drowned me. However, I’m still not sure if it was life itself that tried to drown me, or my own brain’s reaction to tho…
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