From Rachel’s Diary
From Rachel’s Diary:
This was supposed to be two lines.
That’s all the time I have.
Work is crazy. René keeps pushing harder and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m improving or because he’s testing how far I bend before something snaps.
Mischa is worse. She doesn’t push. She just looks at the work and asks the one question I don’t want to answer.
Personal life isn’t helping. Somehow that’s become another thing to manage. Calls. Expectations. Being present for people when I’m barely present for myself.
Mom started messaging out of nowhere tonight. I just can’t deal with the family right now. Uncle Basil promised he’d run interference.
One small victory: the birth control is working.
No period this month.
Which feels ridiculous to celebrate, but honestly—one less thing bleeding into the schedule.
Yay.
I should sleep.
Or work.
Probably both.