
I am not okay.
I don’t have any words of comfort, optimism, or platitudes to share. I don’t have any next steps for action or suggestions for healing.
I’m looking everywhere for that myself.
Yesterday, when I had a few moments alone in my house, I let loose a guttural scream. And then I sobbed on the couch before spendi…
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