Hi Kristi, to be honest, I’m a bit lost for words. I keep reading this and it feels like home. I’m lucky I know my limits but the proof of strength through trash-ed-ness is awful and often feels so insurmountable — I’m so cosmopolitan/sophisticated/earning cash money etc, can’t you see the drink in my hand?

It makes me feel sad, so thank you for calling it out, all that trying.

Also I love your rage. Feeling it. And good luck, nice to be on this side of the pool with you. I hope to stay here for always and be grateful for it too.