38 days until the one-year anniversary of the worst day of my life. Obviously, I'm still traumaized by it, because I still spend part of every day having at least a few minutes of visceral emotional response to the memory.
I have 38 days to figure out how to tell the story. Perhaps if I spew it into cyberspace, the thoughts will finally leave me alone.
I will be here for you, May. I will listen to you.
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