Because I have no self control and no shame, I would like to say my birthday is in 10 days and, if you'd like, my paypal is paypal.me/LadellH and my cashtag is $LadellHarley :D
I shall begin to write soon, but here is an emotional beginning.
It is currently February 5th and the following has happened in the last 48 hours.
1. I am losing my health insurance and will likely have to pay more for less coverage.
2. My phone company screwed me over and charged me full price for my phone 7 months ago and did not honor their promotional deal.
3. I tested positive for Ms. Rona.
4. I have been rejected by 1/3 of the graduate programs I applied to.
5. This morning I discovered that hundreds of hours and thousands of words have vanished on my only complete WIP novel, leaving me back at square one on a novel I’ve been working on for ten years.
I feel like a shell of myself and I am in one of the worst depressions in years. Nonetheless, I am by nature, a clown of a believer in optimism. Though my memory is shot, I will rewrite my WIP... however long it will take to get back. I am hurt, mentally, physically, and emotionally. I hope writing will help me recover.