01/08/20
Haven’t written in ages. Things have been crazy busy, of course, but they’ve been pretty...dark at times too.
I continue to be plagued by nightmares. Every night. There’s never a reprise from it. I wake screaming, and it must be normal because Phoenix doesn’t even stir. How messed up is that?
So between being a single mum and all that that entails, the nightmares, the shit sleep, and working during the day to bring in some cash, I just don’t have time to write.
When I think of Lizzie meticulously keeping her journals, I feel ashamed and guilty. She once joked about me writing letters to her on a dirty napkin, but I feel like that’s actually an accurate representation of my ability to record my feelings.
Although, with the way I’m feeling, it’s probably best not to have a record or a reminder of it in too much detail.
Things will look up.
They have to.