monitors

like a melancholic refrain, both these posts were written almost consecutively. i didn't notice them clustered together until the dates above this title. i'm that tired, yes. plus all the confounding and terrifying drama behind the scenes. i don't know how i'm still calm.

i read an article on grief recently, about a 30-something guy who lost his father and needed therapy. my brothers and i were able to cope well after the deaths of our parents. we didn't need counselling. i had to arrange, together with my significant others three funerals in three months, including that of my baby daughter who died in utero. but we got to move on from the past trials and plan ahead for the future, build an armour to answer back the bitches that simply annoy the hell out of a lot of people.