I just wanted to say that you nailed this perfectly.

I think I need to start reading books again.

I’m okay. I’m depressed, still but I’m doing my best to overcome it.

I started writing a book myself. Well, my fourth one. Another poetry memoir of my life because I seem to have so many stories to tell. It’s about the five stages of grief. In my case, that grief was from a long-term relationship that lasted almost 9 years.

It was inspired by a series of poems I wrote under the same name (it’s on Hello Poetry – it’s named like this: 'the five stages of grief: depression).

When I wrote the other 3 books, which revolved around my fall from meth addiction, it helped me heal in a way.

So that’s why I begun work on my fourth book, in hopes of healing again, and writing it so others can heal, too.

Well, it’s been a month and a half since I’ve had a job. Since then, my car got repossessed.

So now my only options are remote (literally live in the middle of nowhere), and I’ve been getting rejected.

Normally, it doesn’t bother me. But it’s coming up on one year of shattering a past relationship of 9 years with drug abuse, and it’s affecting me.

At least I have one year of sobriety to show. Well, mostly sober (weed).

Coupled with living with family, there’s this pressure for me to get a job as soon as possible, but I can’t control the process.

All I tell myself is I’m trying.

So, how I’m feeling this week: a bit disassociated from reality and a bit down on luck.

it got to a point i was disabling a shit ton of flags to just have the browser. then i just said fuck it and installed librewolf.

damn. it wasn’t about tiktok?

That’s great!

I’m doing okay.

After 8 tumultuous months of hell, I can finally see the horizon. California sober now (weed), and have a great-paying job that’ll eventually lead me to working with the CEO of the company directly (instead of distributing their products).