Fuck It

For the last week I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been having dreams about getting into physical fights with other people. People who have tried to present as threats in the past. The fighting was vicious and I was not inhibited at all.

I have been very irritable. I have had unprovoked episodes of hyper vigilance, panic, sadness, and tearfulness.

My appetite has been diminished. (Not that I’m complaining)

And tomorrow is 9-11. Nine years ago I learned that this country is not safe, I learned that we can be reached from any where in the world. No where is safe. No one is safe. Life is not safe. There are no guarantees.


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