Gratitude for abuse - inflicted and self-imposed
Imagine you’ve been stressing for months about figuring out a better plan than the one you lived last year, or perhaps the previous 30 years, so you pivot and conclude you go back to the old plan that has worked but sent you burnout to Mexico. As a consequence of high stress, living in third-world countries for the past 5 months, and perhaps the microplastics from your bottled drinking water, your hormones get out of whack. Let alone seeing the Botox fade, friends come and go, and your anxiety is making you lose your sleep and gain more weight. Then there’s the fucking loneliness…. Isn’t it ironic how ever-present it is? It won’t ever leave you when you’re on your own! And so you shove down your horniness with more food and less exercise, as that seems to be the appetizing recipe for staying alone, self-deprecating, and miserable while reminiscing about all the failed attempts at relationships in the past year. Your hormones start raging even wilder! So, one sober day, because you dra