Please be kind and merciful to your neighbor. None of us know the fight the other is going or has already gone through. None of us truly know what the other has lost. Please don't assume someone is complacent because they are afraid. There are worse things than death. There are worse punishments

I cried to my husband, "I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back. I want to live". Sentiments that were utterly incoherent to him - a description of Hell only I knew. It is taking everything I have to stay calm, to focus, to plan, to prioritize.

The world had always been an unsafe place for me, with no support network, no advocates, no friends, no family - nothing. But in these past few days, I have felt the press of death on the back of my neck: a sensation i last felt when I was 10 years old. It brought me to a grinding halt, PTSD rampant

When we stepped out the front door, I wailed. My hands flew over my mouth to sniffle it, but a painful cry came out, like I had been stabbed. My whole body started shaking, tears running fown my face, and I turned back to the door desperately wanting to go back to the dark room.

I had to take my husband to work - he came to collect me, gently, patiently. "We have to go, babe".
I shook my head, despite saying "I know".
I was petrified in a way I haven't been in a long time, or maybe in a way I never allowed myself to be before, pushing everything into a box tightly locked.

There are demons walking around in human skin, that i already knew well. I did not realize the numbers collected in their itinerary of greed.
1.5 million acres
500 billions gallons
57% ownership
120 billion gallons annually
10 years, 900,000 homes
15,000 acres in ash
24 miles of fire
Horrified...

Oh. My god