Dare I even attempt to try to blog daily for a month? Will failing to write for 30 whole days cripple me even further than PTSD has already knocked me? I have 13 days left to try to prepare myself for it, but that 13 days is already 13 days I’m dreading *because* I’ve crashed down so low already. Maybe it’ll help. Maybe it won’t. All I do know is that adoption’s already fucked my life over, so surely I can devote a month to addressing this. Catharsis? I hope so, because I can’t get any help anywhere else – ‘cept from my ever-loving fellow bastards.