Hey, Miss J!

I had an epic idea that I had considered while in the shower. Did that idea ever come to fruition? No.

Did I think to record them? No.

The echoes of those words continue to linger though. They tickled at the edges of my consciousness.

I’m in limbo at current, stuck in a place that I never thought I would find myself in. Questioning my station, my place in my life. My place in this world.

What does it come down to?

I’m not entirely worried that much about what others feel about me when I’m gone.

…

Or at least that’s what I tell myself. The reality is that I’m sad and a bit scared and also a bit frustrated.

All I have in mind right now are can’ts.

I can’t function without assistance.

I can’t survive without medication to treat my lungs.

I can’t just slide out the door without incident.

I can not just live alone. I need company, whatever it is, as long as it’s not vermin and is not bugs.

…Nor spiders.

This year however, 2025, has been full of starts and stops. I start feeling depressed about anything in general. Then, I pull myself back. Then, I get pulled down by exterior forces… and I pull myself up again. Scratched, mentally bloodied, but alive.

I felt myself backsliding in the wrong direction, and yanked myself back.

It’s amazing.

And a bit frightening.

But, though it all, I have seen it through.

… And now I have a friend telling me about a potato that was burned via boiling.

☹

Which reminds me of dad falling asleep while boiling eggs.

Eggsplosions happened.

~J. Lyst

Yes, I just made an egg joke.

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS REALLY.