Enacense

Dear Diary,

I’m fine. I’m alive.

Sometimes I wonder if I told people what happens on the daily, if they’d believe me.

Sometimes I question, is everyone else going through a constant state of extreme things? Or is it just my mind making it extreme?

I remember, when I was 13 or 14, a fire extinguisher fell on my wrist and ankle. I brushed it off, said I was fine, said it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Everyone said, “You need to go to the doctor, you’re limping”. - I tried to hide it.

But it wasn’t until my dad spoke and I was shaken, he said. You need to go to the doctor, you don’t want the injury to become irreversible.

I immediately started crying because 1. He was right 2. I felt like a burden 3. I didn’t want any unnecessary money spent on me. Which is ironic because, I didn’t cry about the pain, let alone acknowledge that it was even there.

We found out that it wasn’t all in my head, that I sprained both my left wrist and left ankle, and I had to have a cast on my left wrist, and I had to use crutches.

But again, present day today: I’m fine. I’m alive. And what’s new now is acknowledgement: everything WAS fine.

But what I do know is: it’s going to be okay. 💐

Dear Diary,

This weekend trip was very much needed.

Minus the stress from the bears, I was able to breathe.

March 9, 2026 💐