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Thursday, 14 March 2024

They Hold Onto My Fur

The Kiffness and Oh Long Johnson

Yesterday my grief therapist got back to me and we talked for almost a half hour on the phone and agreed to go back to once a week.

I also spent time, after doing some altar guild duties, to sit down with my friend and priest, Jeff.

Both of them said that I'm not a bad person. And, since they are both authority figures to me, I had to accept what they said. At least a little bit. Out of respect. 

So maybe it's possible that I could be a not bad person. It helps me feel better about continuing. And my grief therapist reminded me that I have been okay (okeh) in the past and I can be okay in the future. And hey look, I'm 2 and 1/2 hours into the day and I haven't cried yet, which makes today different than the past week.

"Hold onto my fur I like it
When the dogs are barking"


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