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Pulled over on the side of the highway near Sundance, Wyoming a lot this morning.
The colors kept reshaping themselves, and even though caffeine was a full hour away
— everything is so far apart out here —
I couldn’t make myself rus

Higher power be up to something. Dogs in the back. Been saying I wanted to live in NM for almost a decade. Why not? Let's gooooo. Fleeing back to my warmer weather.🌵☀️

4th step work but make it cute with breadsticks.
Call my sponsor because I resent you for dying.
Possibly changing the Google Maps destination again.

Barely moved on the map today:

Rest. Therapy. Step work.
I wasn't very nice. Pineapple chunks.
Antibiotics. Contact purge.
Tiny old dog hated the snow (literally started howling); warmed her in my shirt.
Honest + dishonest.
A ceremony that felt pivo

Still alive—honestly wasn’t sure if I’d freeze to death last night or not. Heading west. Repeating a mistake from 2014? TBD. Can’t feel my hands or feet. Increasingly feeling like

Two weeks of pure chaos:
psychosis, Spanish moss, bad pizza, good dog parks, Stephanie Foo narrating my crisis,
painting the van salamander green like that would fix anything,
sleeping in 22° parking lots, YouTube diagnosing me hourly,
and callin

writing in dog parks across the Southeast
this one rewinds four days

Dog break in the ER parking lot bc #sickosinglemomofthree I need a coma and probably don't want to know what the code colors mean. Scout and I are excited to go somewhere outside after this.

Second night in the van.
First time stealth camping.

Dinner was hummus + pita, eaten cross-legged while sorting through things I no longer need.
I let go of even more today — a good thing.
The van feels lighter, and somehow I do too.

I spent

this morning looks like reorganizing the chaos inside my little human-snail shell.
spent my first night in the van with the three dogs — 10/10 chaos, 10/10 cozy — and this tiny 1999 gmc safari that somehow feels like both a crisis and a c

I have an actual address for a few days (thank you, sister’s house in Athens), which means something huge is happening tomorrow:

the proof copies of my book are arriving.

the proof copies of my book are arriving.

Omg. I can’t believe i