Day 17 – Today was a Sad Girl Day™. Capital S, capital G, capital D. The kind of day where your emotions wake up hours before you do and immediately start rearranging the furniture inside your chest. Naturally, the Sad Girl playlist was on like background radiation. Soft piano, moody vocals, the occasional lyric that…

Day 16 – Today was a fever dream. Not bad. Not dramatic. Just deeply, profoundly feral-brained. I woke up, took one look at my coffee, and my body said, “Nope.” Didn’t finish it. Didn’t even make eye contact with it after the first sip. That alone should’ve been my omen. Like the universe whispering, “Sweetheart……

Day 15 – Mondays. Bah. Mondays. Fear lived loudly in my mind today. Not in the “hide in the closet with Roger and pray for reincarnation” way (mercifully), but in the awareness way. The reflective way. The kind of fear that doesn’t scream. It just stares back at you, waiting for acknowledgment. I kept thinking…

Day 14 – Today was different in a way I can’t neatly explain. I woke up with the same fear and dread that’s been living under my skin for a year. That familiar, heavy, predictable creature. But it didn’t knock me down this time. It didn’t send me back under the blanket with Roger curled…

Day 13 – Today was strangely reflective. The kind of reflective where you catch yourself staring at the wall like you’re in a dramatic indie film, except really you’re just thinking about twelve things at once and none of them are subtle. I’ve been busy. Busy in that “driven by an unseen engine” way. Busy…

Day 12 – I’m not even sure how to talk about today. It was Friday. That’s about the only neutral fact I have. Everything else felt like a tight, shaking breath I couldn’t release. I still haven’t heard anything. Nothing from the detective. Nothing about the case. Nothing about the man who changed my life…

Day 11 – Today was difficult in a way I’ve never experienced before. Not because something catastrophic happened, but because I happened. All at once. In too many directions. On emotional frequencies I haven’t learned how to translate yet. I woke up thinking about my relationships. Not abstractly. Not nostalgically. But urgently like they were…

Day 10 – This morning I woke up slower than usual. Not heavy, not panicked, just tired in that bone-deep, soft-focus way that makes you want to tiptoe into the day instead of barging into it. My body felt a little looser than it has in a while, like the emotional debris from earlier this…

Day 9 – Today felt like the emotional hum after thunder. That low, vibrating quiet where everything is still rearranging itself inside you. Not dramatic. Not poetic. Just honest. Yesterday carved something out of me, and this morning was the echo of that carving. I woke up heavy in the way truth makes you heavy.…

Day 8 – Today was awful. I’m not coating it in poetry or metaphor or clever phrasing. It was just hard in that bone-deep, chest-tight, pulse-spiking way where your entire body remembers things you didn’t ask it to. I woke up already bracing like my nervous system held a meeting without me and voted unanimously…