It’s the weirdest feeling. To go into a day, feeling like it should be another day. We are in “the city” , And it feels familiar yet not all at the same time.
Dear friends help it feel less strange. Yet I wake up disoriented again and keep wishing that familiarity would breathe hope and not terror into my heart. It will come, they say, and so I pray. Tonight, the Reveverend gets to “play” with a bestie. I pray they relax and Mae memories.