i can’t figure out if i’m procrastinating or processing…grieving? healing? just plain coping maybe doodling rabbits soothes my rabid brain holidays are hard for me motherhood is hard on me being a thoroughly unsuccessful writer & artist breaks my heart being alone (so fucking alone) makes me want to die…. on top of that today is my dead brother’s birthday
16 years ago today was the last day i talked to him 19 days later he was dead he had been subpoenaed to testify about rigged elections & missing white house emails then his single engine plane crashed as he flew home to ohio from dc…. & now i only see him in my dreams.