Hey guys,

I just got off the phone with Tony. I sent Tony a softened version of the essay I sent, explaining what happened. We talked for an hour and a half, for the first time in months.

And, man, like, in catching him up, I realized that starting that job and having two straight months of complete isolation immediately after digging up the memory of the assault was such a toxic combination. I got cut off from every source of support I had, at the moment I needed it the most.

Having to recount these last months to him— I hadn’t realized how completely irrational I had become this summer. The only human contact I have had has been seeing Kevin each day, and you two whenever you would come visit. My mental health deteriorated quite quickly under those conditions.

I got cleared at work to only work two days a week starting upon my return from New Orleans, and, until I can find a new community in DC, Tony and I are going to start FaceTiming every week, just so I’m not so isolated.

He and I are okay; he said forgave me and we’re on good footing again.

I’m making the changes I need to prevent this from happening again, I promise.

I’m thinking about you, guys.

Hope you’re having a good weekend ❤️