14,258 Days Alive
6 Bulgogi Beef Mandu Eaten
1 Very Long Day
I’ve been reading a lot lately. Using my Kindle Unlimited subscription for the best reasons. Smut, happily ever after, small town and somehow Canadian stories I can devour in a day and a half.
However, I’ve gotten nearly no writing done this week. I’ve just been screwed up since that awful “personal safety” training on Tuesday. Basically, a human trafficking survivor gave me nightmares in the guise of being helpful. She told us about being a survivor of sexual abuse and assault, being trafficked, and the galvanization toward advocacy for other survivors and victims. Hella fucking triggering for me, which means nightmares and severe sleep deprivation.
Anyway. I’m going to go crochet or game or read or write or something other than scream inside my head.
Take your meds, folks.
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