27 Tupperwares

Adventures in archaeology of my own mind. An essay on memory, PTSD recovery, and making sense of my life through the collected scraps I held onto all these years.

Hello beloved human and hello Friday.

I’ve always loved Friday. You can just count on it unlike so many things you can’t count on when you are living a life while fighting serious mental illness. But the goodness of Friday – that is something that I trust. I know it will happen weekly, no matter my mood, symptoms or residual exhaustion from the week. And…