i am not well

i’m not well.

i had my birthday weekend and lost my damn mind.

i need to write it out so bad but, i don’t know.

i feel that instead of getting to a better version of myself i fell into a pit of sorts.

i’m just sitting at the bottom of this pit, kicking rocks, looking at the sky above me, wishing i could be there and just staring at this ladder that could take me there.

i need to write about that night at the bar, what my tattoo means to me, and what i want out of this new life i have.