Last year was rough, looking like more of the same. Not great for my mental health. (Pretty sure I am not alone in that sentiment)
last year started with my cat dying. miss her so much.
My sister had another baby at the end of summer. Adorable chunky baby. Her other is a mischievous demon child, love him so much.
Been avoiding the bulk of my mom's side of the family because they voted for this shitty regime.
and after bailing on the family christmas thing I spent several months making scarves for the family, they decided to do it this year and then guilt me for not going this year. (last year) so that was fun.
my mom is not my mom anymore, not disowned just who is this woman. she's acting like my dead dad and I hate that so much.
Very upset at myself for not getting anything written and posted/published. second year of no writing. Hate that for me.
I am trying to get back on track. Just letting too many things get in my way of it.
anyway, I'm alive. surviving.














