Life Update, and proof I'm alive-ish.

I've been working on unpacking trauma, healing old relationship wounds with the help of my Fiancé. Not going to get into it, but there is progress and I'm proud.

I've also been working on growing my hair out, and figuring out how to improve it's overall health. Which has been a task..

In all my 33 years alive, I've never taken good care of myself - because I didn't know how to properly do it. Never had proper "role models".

But now I finally direction.

Which, considering everything that is happening in the world…is coming from a place of privilege.

I know that not everyone has access to such things right now, and it makes me feel guilty for even trying to better myself.

But my health was/is in a bad spot and I am doing everything I can to put it back where it should be.

There's always something wrong, or a way in which I'm dealing with pain/depression. It sucks.

I don't like that I have to endure this shit, thanks to two people deciding to bump uglies in a hotel/motel room ( can't remember which ) and now I'm depressed and disabled..

Right now, I don't have insurance. Which makes being on meds absolutely nightmarish.

I'm trying everything humanly possible to fix this broken down body. But everything I do seems to come with another problem..

I'm tired.