i have things to say about returning to the scene of the crime.
about how three years ago i couldn't leave my bed and now i'm taking the world on.
about being uncomfortable and scared.
about love and possibility.
i'm not religious. i don't really live with intention. i don't have a very inspiring message.
three years ago i had a nervous breakdown. except i wasn't nervous. i was terrified.
i had a terrified breakdown.
an out-of-control breakdown.
a break from reality.
i want to tell that story next. about how i went from screaming at a drunk paramedic in the bush of east africa to insert an iv into me, to returning to the same place and thriving, making connections, feeling calmer than i've ever felt.
does that sound ok?
can i tell that story next?
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