Notas del episodio
A diary, out loud. Just one honest thought, turned over in the light until I can see what it actually is.
The enormous questions and the "why am I crying at the dishes" ones get the same chair. I won't have it figured out, that's the point.
A voice, some music my husband makes underneath it, and whatever I can't say anywhere else.
I'm here. It doesn't make sense today. I'm staying anyway.
Hit follow to make sure you’re here when the door opens.
See you in the dark. 🖤
—