Ghosts.
I feel like I need to start this post with a disclaimer. Probably a few of them now that I really think on it... 1) Therapy is amazing. You should seek out a professional if you feel like you need to. 2) I am not a professional. I am making this up as I go. Don't be a dumbass like me. Seek out professionals if you need to. 3) I am going to talk about some really personal stuff. Probably stuff you may not have ever heard me talk about before, or not this deeply. If you don't want to read about thoughts of suicide, childhood trauma, religious trauma, or child death - this is probably not the post for you. Also swears. About three months ago, I woke up from a pandemic fog and realized, holy shit it's 2021. I am going to be fucking 42. Now, I am actually pretty cool with my 40's. I am only a couple years into this decade of life, and I am such a huge huge fan. My shits to give have really become so much lighter. When I made this realization, that 42 was screaming up on me ...