On EarthThis is rock bottom. No money, no income, no home, not worthy of having kids.
Not even able to work because I fucked up and didn't have my old passport in my hand baggage.
My life doesn't feel real. None of it makes much sense. I just woke up and I was in Penzance.
I just woke up and everything was in ruins and I don't have the first idea what I'm supposed to do about any of it. I can't and don't complain about it but I do wonder that the world has so little use -- none really -- for me. I feel like I have things to offer. But I suppose we all do and we are lucky ifare. we know what they really are.
Still, I am at home and perhaps time with family will help me recover the resilience I will need to crawl upwards. And perhaps understanding that it's okay to inch forwards will help.