“All aboard for the 7-train. This is the final boarding call. Please stow away all hope in the overhead compartment. This is a one-way, non-stop express train to Despair”. Exactly one month ago, I wrote about how the 7th of each month smacks me around. It’s no different 30 days later.
It’s a Better Day. The 7th Looms.
Yesterday was a rough one, for sure. I plowed through it. I am doing a bit better today and intend on pulling myself out of this. I know I must act quickly, because the 7th is just around the corner. If I enter the 15-month anniversary weakened, I’ll surely be in trouble.
14 Months
Written 1/8/2011. Yesterday marked the fourteenth month anniversary of the brutal beating at the hands (and feet) of Austin Vantrease and Jonathan May. The 7th of each month is always especially difficult for me, even though I know it’s coming.