Yesterday’s blog post was written a week ago, in a slightly better frame of mind than I have been in the last few days. But that has improved, ever so slightly. In the days after I wrote the text, I fell so hard and so deeply, that I was 100% sure I was going to commit suicide over the holiday weekend.
Not a joke, not an exaggeration.
Then my friend Carrie – literally the only living human being who wanted to spend time with me for the holiday – invited me to her home.
Carrie literally saved my life this weekend. I’ll never be able to thank her enough for her acts of kindness and love. When everyone I know rejected and ignored me, she offered her hospitality when I needed it most, at the lowest point I’ve ever been.
So today, back home. I feel better off, and closer to the intent of what I wrote for yesterday.
Thank you, Carrie. From the bottom of my black, dead heart. Thank you for everything.
It came with a cost, though. I watched ROGUE ONE. It’s literally the first Star Wars movie I’ve watched in 18 years. It’s the 1st Star Wars movie I’ve enjoyed in 20. Seriously, I thought it was kind of great. And I do not ever give a damn about a Star War.
This is just a random sketch.