All That There IsIm on day 2.5 of a kick. My third major kick. You'd think I would know better.
Everything is making me sad. The way my Grandma asks me if I'm coming for breakfast. The way my arms look like world war 2 veterans.
My suboxone is running out and I'm preparing to go back to Portland tomorrow. I have been off-grid in Southern Oregon at my family's ranch taking baths and falling in love with climbing accident victims. I'm a mess. I can probably get more subs when I get back to the city. Better than going back to where I was on Thursday. I'm so utterly terrified and so completely sad.