2 years ago today I was getting two areas of my left breast biopsied. Not many people knew. I hoped, of course, that all would be benign and fine. Deep down, I already knew it was cancer. Sometimes we have a way of knowing these things before we know them.

This time of year is tough as shit. I continue to heal every day, but I don’t know if the dark memories of December 2020 (and the 15 months that followed) will ever go away.

Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes we feel really stuck or sad or mad as fuck. Sometimes the timing of it can suck. It’s hard to feel these things when the world around you is so joyous. For anyone else who may feel this way, you do you, no explanation needed. Sending love