We live in circles. Circles of friends. Circles of family. Circles of status. Circles, whether we believe it or not can control us. A wise friend pointed out something to me not too long ago. Not so much pointed out
I have a love/ hate relationship with fall. Unlike some people I love that the leaves change color, long sweaters and scarves, curried squash soup, sleeping with the windows open, apple picking, everything pumpkin (except PSL , that’s just gross)
I remember thinking this is it. These are my last sane moments. The darkness wrapped like tar around my bones. I couldn’t breathe much less complete a sane thought. I would check my phone seeing if anyone had called me.