How to celebrate your newfound freedom:
-get piss drunk off champagne, wine, and vodka on a Wednesday night
-play the fuck out of Mario party with your housemate
-drive the long way home because fuck the highway
-fuck work in the morning, that's why ibuprofen was invented
-throw your bra in a corner of your room with reckless abandon
- drunk text all your friends how grateful you are for them
- laugh, loudly, for no reason other than to feel the pure unbridled joy you've repressed for years
- scroll tinder because you can who fucking cares
- ghost the asshole who sent you a dick pic on the day of your divorce hearing
- put yourself out there to the cutie with the button nose
- text your best friends and past lovers how much you still love them to brighten their day
- watch your partner's stream and send all the positive vibes you can to break their loosing streak
- post the texts and letters your family sent you in encouragement of your decisions on Instagram
- change your name and rejoice in being part of your family again
- put your trauma in a jar and let it be
To everyone who's been there for me these past few months, who helped me discover myself and figure my way through the shit, thank you. To those who wiped the dirt off my eyes and showed me where I really was and where I could be, thank you. To those who gave me the support I needed when I didn't think I deserved it, thank you. To those who cheered me on and helped carry me through, thank you.
From my journal in March:
"Can I rebuild myself when I unravel
Will you help catch what spills out
Could we even catch it all
When I come out the other side
Will I ever come out on that side
Stumbling, broken, exhausted
And will you be among those
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