Glimmers in the Rotten
subconsciously collecting glimmers like currency
It was a rotten week.
It was full of triggers and dread and bizarreness, to be perfectly honest. But this week I noticed that my soul must look for glimmers and small graces, even when I’m not consciously looking for them, in order to spend when I desperately need to stay afloat.
TW: active shooter scare
