It's Hard to Keep Going Sometimes
It’s hard to keep going sometimes. The first half of 2025 was a repetitive kick in the nuts. In the past three months I’ve lost my job, lost my mom, and some other unfortunate things happen beyond my control. It’s genuinely a miracle I did not kill myself with everything that’s happened from March to now and will have to deal with later. I’ve thought about it many, many times, but I chug along all the same. Call it going with obligation. Call it a naturalistic need to keep moving forward, but I’m very tired, y’all. It’s hard to keep going sometimes, but I still keep on keeping on. Since my mom passed, my love for life has certainly dimmed. There’s not a lot of people I can talk to about it. Especially with me certainly going, “Nooo, I’m fine!” When asked if I’m okay. And I feel I’ve reached this period of time after a loved one passes of “Okay, keep it in. It’s been long enough. You’re bumming people out.” So I don’t talk about it. What’s to talk about? She’s gone and...