So, I’m so sorry, but this one was mainly just sad. This is the race that inspired yesterday’s post.
I’m supposed to feel so at home and so in love in San Francisco.
And to think that I can’t even go to my favorite places and feel happy… I don’t know what it’s gonna take. None of the things that I usually do to feel better are working. None of my normal “escapes” are working. And feeling like nothing is working makes everything even worse. So, San Fran was a super giant struggle. And I don’t know much else to say except just that. I’m sorry.