turmoil’d

The oth­er night I was lay­ing in bed try­ing to go to sleep and I thought of some­thing that usu­al­ly ex­cites me and makes me hap­py, and while I can’t re­mem­ber what it was right now, I do re­mem­ber that in­stead of feel­ing ex­cit­ed and hap­py, it made me feel sad, dis­ap­point­ed, and disinterested. 

Then I got up­set that I felt that way and thought, “I hate every­thing.”

And that pret­ty much sums up this en­tire year and re­al­ly ham­mers home how much work I’m go­ing to have to do to try to re­cov­er from the men­tal and emo­tion­al tur­moil of it all.

And it’s not even over yet! And I also don’t even have it near­ly as bad as a LOT of oth­er people! 

Wheeeeeeeeee!!!

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2020 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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