Life is busy and I am not entirely well, but I have dancing to "Under Pressure" on the cutting table with Sara, and I have friends who think of pitas-and-hummus nights and fun games, and my dear friend roommate and I cleaned up this room of ours, and I have B. with smiles and films and back-rubs every day (and golly do we both need them every day) and holding hands and shelter, shelter, understanding deeper than I ever knew before, love that isn't afraid anymore. The biggest problem I have with my (unofficial) anxiety and depression is that I fear they will be too much of a burden and will drive my loved ones away. But not so. Those who love me do love me truly, including B., finally, at last.
I don't have much to say these days because I don't know what to say. But things are all right, and they will get better.
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