Can I Drown In Tincture?

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I slept late. It was nearly 10 by the time I got up. Drank some coffee, schooled a couple more people online, and reposted an article citing a bunch of instances where law enforcement themselves were violent instigators. Tim called me, not really knowing what to do anymore. I gave him what advice I could regarding our positions and responsibilities in this. I'm a little further Left than he is, but even if he hadn't saved my life last year, this just isn't the time to focus on minor differences like that.

I also got a call from my therapist. He's been working for The Center for 30+ years, and has taken this as The Sign to open up his eyes and retire. He wanted to check if I wanted a referral to another therapist at The Center. I'm shitty at this, but for now, Imma keep doggy paddling. Especially with friends like Tim to point the way..however frustratedly they might do it.

I took several shots of the tincture Bryan sent me....and drank. Eventually, both sort of hit me. It was actually a little strange. Ocean's raging around me, I'm dunking myself for not doing more/being more/achieving and giving more, simultaneously terrified for my friend's mental and physical well being.....and clinging to my sleeping, Lady Miss Friday shaped life-raft. Patrick even offered to go to protests with me, but I was too far gone by then. Given everything that ended up happening with the protests, it's probably good I didn't go. I just had infractions with law enforcement last year, I still dream about dying, and I don't think my job would fire me for *yet another issue but....do what good you can.