A post I started in 2021: The year started out with the senseless death of a close friend, spiraled into the loss of my job and crashed into a global pandemic. I remember when I thought the second lightning strike was traumatic. Turns out it wasn’t the biggest thing I would deal with in 2020. I was diagnosed with cancer right before Thanksgiving and then had COVID by year’s end. I hope life is on the uptick now because I’m strained by all this adapting and persevering. A nice long lull would be most welcome.

How it’s going now: So. I might need an outlet. I need to get my life and my head sorted. There’s never going to be a lull. Hard things will never just go away or fix themselves. Mental illness is a very hard thing.

You know you’ve built a good facebook, when you can’t find anyone to unfriend during a seasonal cleanup of your friends list. Can you scroll back through your social media and continue to enjoy your old posts? Does it feel like thumbing through a loved magazine? Does it give prospective employers, and landlords, and lenders the picture of a low-risk, high-flying individual? Do you think you can trust me? Am I reliable, is this relatable? Am I sane?

Does this page make my butt look crazy?