working

working my way back into my life. feeling held by friends here, home, and far away. counting blessings as I pull myself out of bed into the real world.

impromptu stucco fun times: late night mid level hangs with Mia and Leo, breakfast and walks with Bip and Nic, big hugs and chats with Ella, Laura, Gryffyn, Gray, Dario, Sarah, Paul, Poppy, Dany, Hanna, Sonnet … I’ve missed the life I had there, and I realise just how lucky I’ve been to find such a magic place. the friends I’ve made there are so precious to me, and I’m lucky to still have so many of them in my life.

time on the coast reconnecting and breathing. challenging myself to recognise goodness and appreciate it. scary dreams with many ghosts - all of whom I miss. sometimes I open my mouth and shout as loud as I can without even making a sound - they stare back at me across the room without saying a word. funny feelings. I wake and it’s another day.

18 hours with Isaiah. a gift I couldn’t put a price on. wishing I could always have him near.

indulging in nostalgia, cheering for the 1975. euphoric screams to UGH!, somber feelings of saudade singing Paris. the heart beats! 

working again. it’s been a long time. today I wore an ironed shirt and pants and held myself accountable to a day of employment. there will be many more to come. I still function and breathe. I fulfil responsibilities and am still the same person I have always been.

and many more to come. <<