No, I'm not talking about the green goodness—though I could give that up if I wanted to. My doctor just advised me not to.
I'm talking about that overwhelming urge to just give up.
The exhaustion of constantly fighting, stuck on a hamster wheel, spinning endlessly over the same issue. Not because you haven’t moved on, but because someone else keeps rewriting the story—twisting the narrative, making it feel like you're the problem, that your memory is faulty.
Some days, I want to quit.
Some days, I feel like walking away from it all.
Some days, the weight of it convinces me that maybe I *am* the problem.
And some days, the trauma takes over completely, leaving me defeated and drained.
On those days, I remind myself that it’s okay to take a break. That’s when I grab my credit card, head to the store, and treat myself to a new bong—or maybe a few pre-rolls—to lift my spirits and reset my mood.
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