So all of this is hard. Reckoning with my trauma around my upbringing, making peace with the idea I'll never get closure, finding a way to step back enough to see my mom as a whole person and not just...my worst memories of her.
Oh, and the uniquely capitalist hell around death
So I might be even more spacy and frazzled than I have been, and ask for your patience, and thank you for your support. <3
I'm going to keep trying for NaNoWriMo, but also accept that if things progress I might have to postpone the novel for a bit.