Day 176

Confession: This is a photo of me from an era I look back on fondly.  I don’t even remember what age.  But I was a delusional, ambitious piece of work.  I moved 9 hours away from my hometown and started to feel freedom for the first time. It was thanks to this distance that I—upon my return almost 2 years later—started to piece together that what I grew up in was more sinister than I thought. 

It’s been a few years and I’m 30 now.  I’m not delusional anymore and its hard to realize that was my survival keeping me alive. Without it I don’t feel very good, but I’m going in the right direction.

Sound of the day: TTRRUUCES- Bad Kids https://youtu.be/Qc_bq339C9k?si=0Vl0TJX91963dTsH