1 year ago today in Torridaussity Two

I was finally able to live on my own again as I continued my post Covid almost dying recovery. It seems that it can’t be that long yet it is. I’m proud of myself for continuing to fight and get better, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tired of pretending to be okay. Pretending to be normal pretending that I’ve got everything under control when all it will take is one more thing to send me out of control. I do have good days among the low days but mostly I mask a lot of what I’m going through. I’m really a shell of who I was and I hate it.