Okay, it’s been a couple weeks, and I want to talk about what’s been up.
On Fri, Oct 20th, I had what can only be described as one of the most powerful, moving, emotional, and beautiful performances I’ve had to date: I had a single release show, and reached all of the goals I’d set for it.
I'd spent so long and put so much heart into the show, when it ended, I suddenly found myself confused, unsure of how to proceed, and facing post-show letdown.
PMS sucks. If you are or have ever been a woman, you know this. You feel me.
If you're not, you've probably heard tell of this dreaded time, or maybe you've been on the other side of a loved one's PMS-induced distress.
As a woman in my mid-20s, PMS is a thing that happens for me, sometimes unpredictably, and always, it seems, with a determination to bring me down and reduce me to loud, wailing tears.
10 years ago, I felt the need to make an attempt on my life.
Back then, and for years after, I thought I would never make it through this journey of life without taking it upon myself to end it.
10 years ago, I thought I'd never make it to age 15. 5 years ago, I had slightly more hope: I thought I might live to see 25...but nothing past that.
Now, age 24, a young adult boldly and openly finding my way through the world, I've let go.