Physically, I am a mess. I am more unstable than ever, and it is near impossible to sleep.
Mentally, I have been even worse.
There had been a measure of solace in my predicament, having hope for the society around me being a decent place to leave my child. Trump, his cabinet appointments, and his ignorant followers put that hope to rest.
I still entertain daydreams of getting better, and becoming able to fight this corporate takeover. They don't last long.
Sure, I still make "progress," with adjustments that seem to unwind long embedded kinks, but the subsequent experiences are hours of feeling like I am balancing on a hundred pogo sticks, one on top of the other. To relax at all, to rest for one moment, brings them crashing down and hours of pain.
I don't manage to balance on them long.
So much I'd like to write, on my situation and what I am still learning, on the rest of the world and priorities, but I'm done, in multiple ways.