September 23

I thought I knew what rock bottom was, buried six feet in the ground in a dark oak coffin at Cedar Hill Cemetery. Turns out, there was further to go. Weirdly, it doesn’t feel like I assumed it would. But maybe I’ve been living within a storm of emotion these last few months, so when a hurricane hits, it’s not all that different. Just another thing. Except this time, my house was carried away.

Who needs a house, though? Not I. Not when I have a friend with a home. A very good friend, with a very nice home, who makes me believe that maybe the house I had wasn’t so great anyway. A friend who doesn’t mind my mess in their home.

Everyone should have a friend like mine, to help you up from the bottom and who shares an umbrella in the storm.

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