Trigger warning for violence and war.
I, too frequently, find myself nearly making an apologia for horror. I read it, I write it. That seems to need explanation. A new thing in my life that my friends need explained: In the wake of a death in the family, an injury, and the loss of a friend, I have been going to church for about three weeks. I go as often as I can. This is unlike me.
I have a new article out from Protean Magazine about a new mental health policy that prominent Democratic candidates have included in their platforms, and why lives depend on us opposing it.
Mind the content warning and take a look.
My grandmother-in-law died two weeks ago, and I coped in a completely normal way: I bought a fitness watch. I didn’t expect it to track my PTSD.