
I remember the very first time I saw the Tamia line dance.
Aw fuck it, let me just go ahead and land the plane on this analogy; the puzzled look I had watching that dizzying ass dance is how attacking depression feels lately.
I think its the constant problem solving. Every fucking day, there’s a new issue that needs my attention. And surprisingly its not really the big issues that work my nerves, those are what they are. Its the little shit. The silly shit. The little, silly shit that costs money. The things that make you question if you’re doing things the right way. I’m someone who likes to find the lesson in everything, but when things don’t appear to have a clear lesson, it confuses me. I feel like I’m not enough.
Just because I’m healthy and strong enough to handle shit doesn’t mean that I want to. But here I go again, dancing.
I know the Tamia dance, by the way. When’s the next function?
MGB
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