Mourning feels a lot like depression. It sucks.
I wrote on the walls again. In paint. I barely remember. I felt like a trance.
And an urge. I HAD to do it.
In paint across my bathroom wall.
I don't know what's happening anymore. Went to gardening but they changed the times and I didn't know be I've been away.
Have a support group later. I want to go but the travel feels overwhelming and my bike needs maintenance. X
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