What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

Uh….🤔🤔🤔🤔….🤷🏼‍♀️

Probably…. Myself.

Yeah….

Honestly, this question annoys me a little. I want to provide a witty, thoughtful, educated answer. Yet, here I sit completely baffled.

For shits and giggles, let’s walk through the complexity of the theorization.

Six months from now it will be the third week of September. The kids will be back to school, and the parents praying relentlessly that they don’t get a call from the school. Neighbors will annoy neighbors with the 40ft howling Werewolf they bought last year.

I will be right here- Hopefully employed and gainfully working. Attempting to grow and evolve into a human being.

If I could tell you the future, I sure as hell wouldn’t have gone through what I have over the last year.

I wouldn’t be sitting here, unemployed and depressed. So morally torn between who I was trained to be and who I actually am, with only brief moments of confidence before the anxiety takes over. Mentally exhausted by the constant nagging disrespect of my birth parents compiled with the waves of compartmentalized abuse trauma that have started to unlock during each 20 minute anxiety attack since the March 20, 2023. Left reeling still but expected to play nice with other people, outwardly.

Which then leads to the endless pit which is Demand Avoidance fueled by the giant invisible neon above my head that blinks, “Please accuse, refuse and abuse the fuck out of me because I might like it.”

Not doing it.

This question is not for me.