Still alive over here, but barely treading water. Hope to dedicate some time to writing in the near future, but my reality right now is exactly this:
*I have no idea of the origins of this image, as it came via a forwarded email with no attribution so I can’t take the credit. But I sure as hell think whoever she/he was, they had me in mind.
I decided to name my stomach ulcer, and to embrace it, with the hope that it would feel recognized and validated, and thus heal faster. For some reason, it seemed to distinctly require a male name, and so, it has been dubbed “George”.
Today at McDonald’s:
George: mmm, a nice cold iced latte sounds good.
Me: yes it does but coffee is not very good for you.
George: but milk is soothing and a latte is mostly milk anyway! it has very little coffee at all!
Me: good point.
