Yeah, yeah.
It's 1:45 in the morning.
I'm wide awake. Toggling between two tabs on my computer.
One is my job-job.
The other is a piece about a tree in the woods near my childhood home.
I realized it's been over thirteen YEARS since the first time he raped me and eleven since the last. Life passes so quickly sometimes that the actual amount between a once upon a time in our lives and now is quite a bit. Yet some things will always feel like yesterday, and some things will feel like distant memories almost instantly.
Scrolling through the plethora of pictures, I came across this one, taken in the fall for a piece I'd been writing on how I wasn't going to get married, and at 30 I'm cool with that, but I still like white dresses and bouquets of flowers.... It feels like an absolute lifetime ago because for the first time in almost 31 years, that's not something I'm saying. I still like white dresses and bouquets of flowers, but marriage is on the table in a distant future kind of way.
I'm just here in my thoughts about how the woods has always been my happy place, but it's also been a place of literal waking nightmares. Yet I've been able to somehow maintain that joy in spite of such stark memories. A landscape which should inspire fear will always bestow calm... and a place for photoshoots. https://liketk.it/3wLdm @liketoknow.it #liketkit