𝐃 𝐗 𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐐

There are many things to be thankful for, and yet I still find myself wading through a sea of disappointment. Pain always seems to leave a sharper impression than joy, even when I have been lucky, winning tickets to shows I never imagined I would see twice.

This year stretched into something unrecognizable, a decade compressed into nine months. And still, against reason, I look forward to its end.

• On August 10, 2025, I was admitted to the emergency room with stress-related complications that reawakened my Bell’s palsy. Afterwards, my husband and I decided to turn to acupuncture for our fraying health.
  • There has been progress because found the cause of what had been undoing us, and that knowledge feels like a victory.
• Then, on September 22 at 2 a.m., a magnitude 4.7 earthquake jolted me and the pets awake. For some reason, the tremor felt less like an omen that perhaps something good was about to come.
• I won tickets to see The Prodigy, with Nitepunk as the opener. It’s also my first time at the Warfield.
• Lately I have realized I prefer raves to concerts. I don’t feel comfortable singing along to someone else’s lyrics; I only want to move my body, to sweat, until the music itself is the only language my body understands.

I’m not in the mood to write anything right now. This is all I have. See you later!