Dangerous Compassions


I keep getting more stuff and it keeps piling up on my desk.  People give me notecards, journals, printouts of internet articles, letters, toys, books…

Ming went to a search & rescue thing last night.  It was like a job interview.  But he’d be volunteering.

Why does he want to take on one more big thing?  I think it’s because the Street Medics is floundering.

I’m sad.  Life feels pointless.  That’s a sign I need to kick up my self-care.  I’m going to write in my journal and try to make a plan.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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