I was about to write a post about how stressful the last few days have been.
About how there have been tears, and angry words.
Old hurts and past injustices rearing their heads.
The Big Bad thing being a topic on high rotation and the PTSD monster roaring and growling and in general being a pain in my… everything.
Bed time and med time being extraordinarily early, dinner propped up in bed after 10pm.
A post about how everything is fucking shit and I hate it.
And then this popped up in my email from a friend…
And I was all… that is so fucking perfect I want to cry.
And I did, cause that is the kinda stupid day it is.
Then I laughed and deleted the Emo post and texted MPS to make me a 5 Dollar Shake.
And it was pretty fucking good.