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Goodbye, 25. Hello, C-PTSD

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The restaurant is already closed, and we’re those people. You know, the people who tend to camp out at a restaurant way after they shut down, causing servers to get out later than they’d like.

Usually, I’m super cognizant of leaving in a timely manner, but it’s my birthday. I deserve to drag this moment out. Beyond tipsy and pleasantly drunk, I’m surrounded by the people who held it down for me during the hardest year of my life.

My family-scape changed forever by the vice grip of death and dementia – it isn’t lost on me how precious this day is. I made it.

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