February has certainly come in swinging like a pendulum between the highest of highs and some pretty fucking weird lows in its first two week introduction. Maybe it should be likened more to taking an eight ball to the brain — one minute you’re dancing on the moon talking to god and the next you’re on your way down, sobbing in the fetal position while trying not to grind your teeth down to the gums from the stress of it all.
While I haven’t had a coke withdrawal since my 20’s, I’ve certainly had a few things that have brought me back to that place of uncomfortable vulnerability this month. Luckily, my life has always had a semblance of cheeky humor no matter the situation so I suppose that’s what’s kept me slightly tethered to this place for as long as it has. This month has already been a little bit too bipolar for my anxious and restless energy, however.