No real memories... in Torridaussity Two

From today on in 2021 until I fully woke up in January of 2022. Yesterday marked the year anniversary of being put on the ventilator. It’s been a very emotional month for many reasons, but from the 19th on has been especially hard. I will be doing online counseling within the next few weeks until I can get in somewhere in person. My brother successfully proposed so I got a future sister in law for Christmas who promptly made me mad throughout her stay because she knows it all and is never wrong. Very few people checked in on me this week and it shows you that the assumption is I’m headed I’m ok, but in reality I started questioning now a year later… why did I live when so many didn’t, what is my purpose here because I feel so lost. That’s where I’ll end this because I’ve triggered a crying spell. My message did go well with a few tiny tears. I’m sorry I’m very behind in responding to notes and reading your entries. I hope you all had wonderful Christmases and that your 2022s will be fabulous.