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Another year around the sun...

On the morning I complete my 36th year of living in this body, I am awake at dawn, eyes swollen from crying myself to sleep. I will, over the next few hours, text my therapist, FaceTime with her, open a birthday card from my parents which will make me cry all over again, light a joint, drink the last tiny bit of red wine left in the glass from last night. We’re surviving a pandemic, a psychic and spiritual war, any number of potential or actual apocalypses. We’ve been survivi