Day Eight 🖤 I. Want. To. Be. Feral.

I'm so thankful for the awareness no matter how painful. I wouldn't give it up for one drop of manufactured bliss or avoidance.

I'll never forget those who offer a little kindness, nor those who disappear. Neither the kindness I offered that was snubbed.

I did my hikes but I am weak. I haven't been able to eat much or meet my protein goals in a over a week.


I drink lots of water though. I drank a ton walking along the beach. I went in up to my knees and it was warm so I let the ocean water engulf me. Walked into the breakers, in my clothes, and submitted myself to the wet, sloshing ocean, letting her push and pull me, going with the flowing.








I hit the grocery store, mowed the grass, and played outside with my son most of the night. We had a little fire and roasted a few marshmallows.


Before we went in we watched the bats flying around having dinner.


I am clean, oiled and given the princess treatment by myself. Lots of thoughts, some I wrote down, some are lost forever. I love my little world. I feel safe tonight for the first time in many many years. I don't understand what I'm going through. Just going. Feels good.

Good night you lot of pinecone eaters!