It’s 1am, no one is up, and I don’t have social media. Just gonna send a few thoughts into the ether.
My grandad is dying. It’s near the end now. He’s a very diminished man. It’s only natural but it’s sad. I’m pretty close with him and have been writing about him the last few months.
Last week, after 23 years of mental health issues, I became officially DNACPR. This means I do not consent to CPR if I ever go into cardiac arrest. At the age of 36 that feels fucking sad too. And the conversations with my family have been tough. It was just something I needed to do.
There doesn’t seem to be a lot of hope any more. I keep getting so sad I can feel it in my chest.
Anyway, I needed to vent. I’m sorry it’s a pretty depressing update. Wishing everyone here well. 🖤
