I just finished reading 1984. It gave me an idea. I could go back to Kentucky and start going to church all the time and pretending to be religious and pretending I believe all that stuff. My mother would be so happy. I don’t know how long I could last, but it would be an interesting experiment to see if it made my life better there. If I pretended to be like everyone else.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 47 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, “just keep breathing in and out, that’s enough for today.”