Listening to Michelle Branch. Loving it. I miss the early 2000’s. Life was simpler. Well, it was on the verge of collapsing. I feel alone. The insides stir. Something monstrous. This is difficult to survive. I have to buy meds. No more doctors samples available. Need to ask if I’m on the parents drug plan. Don’t want to have that discussion. Oh mental illness, your stigma is ever present. Your pain is ever present. You are ever present. What’s a woman to do? Dance, I suppose. Watching documentaries about nutrition. Maybe if I do enough research I can- what, cure myself? Well, anything is possible. 


About Moon Eggs

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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