the past 43 days have been revealing/soul crushing/spiritual to the most extreme. telling people the shit i said i would take to my grave was a trial. learning breathing techniques to climbing meeting some of the most amazing/vile people i’ve ever met. i’ve got 47 days left of treatment and 3 more months of sober living until i am out in the world as i knew it. learning about my adoption/ remembering and letting go of past friends and family has been hard and i’m still working on it. made 3 friends i hope to keep in contact with until my last breathe. for the first time in a while i have hope about my future. i miss you all in mass and tell them all who won’t see this. i wish i could come home, but i probably won’t be home for a couple years.