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As I'm helping out with some judging, I'm reflecting on my time here at WDC. This past year has been tiresome and I've been in a funk since January. It's better than suicidal, but still not the happy place I'd like to be right now. In February, my oldest daughter blessed me with my first grandchild, Izabella. It's strange to think my Brooklyn is nearly 19 and a mother. I joined WDC a few months after having her, in an attempt to save my sanity. Isolated and suffering from postpartum psychosis, I was looking to connect with someone, anyone. I poured my heart out to people I'd never meet in person. I could take judgment from strangers, hell, I'd been taking it from my boyfriend for years. But there was none. Over time, I've drifted away from WDC for months and even a couple of years. But WDC was like the best friend you just know is waiting to hug you even though you haven't spoken in 3 years. My word, I've been a member for 18 years. In 2021, I'll get a 20-year badge. Will I have grown? How many fabulous new folks will I meet by then? Hot damn, there's even a 30-year badge. Imagine how much will have changed! Wait, that means my Brooklyn will be 30. Which means I'll be 51. Wow. It's almost unthinkable. Actually, now I'm overthinking it. Exciting and terrifying is the future. I do know one thing that will be the same no matter how much time passes. WDC will be still be waiting with open arms. |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it. 