So things are...uh...popping off. Like, everywhere. Birdsite. Midterms. Ukraine. And so on. Shit's wild right now. Like everyone, I'm just trying to keep swimming.

And the thing running in the background for me: GRIEF. Or as I've been calling it, shame-grief.

My ex-fiancé died in June. Massive heart attack on his bicycle. Probably didn't feel a thing. 54 yrs old. I loved him madly, once. He was also my abuser. We had a complicated, toxic relationship, and he did bad stuff. But not right away.