31 and....
I turned 31 on Monday. It was a chaotic day to say the least. I took the day off only to have my mother have a health scare. This scare took me back to that awful place. That awful hospital that killed my dad. On my birthday. Best gift ever.
Now, I used to never believe in bad luck or being cursed (something my dad would say often in his last years), but I do now. I have done a lot of work to challenge my beliefs. I have practiced mindfulness, gone to therapy, journal, gone for walks, etc. But somehow, that dread, that negative bias just squeezes through.
I do find joy in the little things but this is rare. I hope and have come to realize that hope is futile. I know I shouldn’t wallow in this mental space but I just don’t see a shift. My life and those of my loved ones has been in chaos since 2014. 6 years and counting with no real break in sight. And lets throw COVID in as the icing on the cake.
I don’t have very high expectations for my life but I do expect some kind of peace. Is it even possible?
















