when will it be enough?

16 weeks.

seems like an eternity.

and on his birthday, that conveniently falls on the six month mark.

i'm slowly losing it, i fear.

therapy is at a standstill. too much work for me to do inside this week.
homework in therapy? why do i go to the office if i have shit to do elsewhere?

i understand the logic - just don't want to face it.

still cleaning out closets and tiny, dark crevices in my mind.

some of the stress has been lifted but the burden is great.

someone reached out to me - in need of advice/guidance. i want to help but when i can't even help myself, i'm so far from qualified.

but i like to help...

happy birthday, boy.

i'm coming to get you soon.

and on a lighter note - i bowled two clean games yesterday..... was totally incredible.
did wonders for my average and boosted my confidence in my game, fo'sho muh'bro.
but i think it was just because my mom wasn't there to give me shit.
heh...