⚕️ Lucy update: no progress. They’re keeping her another night. I’m allowed to visit but I’m scared to because that makes it more real. I can’t block my emotions if it’s more real. I wish I’d learned real coping skills at some point in my motherfucking life. Any point. Why don’t they teach THAT in schools? “Here are some techniques you can try to be better equipped to handle all the awful, horrific, terrible things life is going to throw at you over and over and over again.” Instead we’re taught we’re broken if we don’t see the glass as half full and look for silver linings. Thanks, teach.