This week went by in a blur. I spent Sunday training with the junior warriors of the Desert Moon Pack. It felt good to give my muscles a proper workout. Classes are going well, and this first semester feels more like a repeat of my senior year. I am still journaling every day, and this week's counseling was intense. We talked about the attempted assault over the weekend, and then we talked about my mom’s death.
I had a particularly difficult moment on Wednesday after classes, when I was alone in my apartment. I had thoughts of what it would be like to be dead, like my parents. Were they happy? Did the Goddess allow them to see how my life is going? Were they proud of me for trying to move on with my life? Was I really moving on with Frankie coming to visit? Was I holding him back from pre
