Slammed it into my solid wood coffee table in the dark because I wasn’t paying attention. Broke it, which is the second bone I’ve broken in my life. The first was the same toe, the same way.
The toe is cursed I think.

Just like every other week of my life, it was mostly good and I had a lot of fun, but just one bad thing happened and that’s all I clearly remember now.

This week I played games with my wife, we both made new friends, which we’ve been hoping for for a long time, went to an in game event and laughed our asses off about how crazy that got. It was really fun.

But then I got sick, severely injured my pinky toe and can’t walk, and had a minor argument with my wife because I woke her up to ask what to do about it, even though I knew what to do already and my anxiety just made me not trust myself.

I really hope the good parts are the parts that stick in my head, but that’s not usually how it goes with me.

I’m still learning how myself, but something that’s helped so far is repeatedly telling myself that the only way they can hurt me now is if I’m thinking about them.
It’s the only weapon people have left once they’re out of your life. If you keep being angry about something that’s long over, you’re giving them the power to keep hurting you, free of any effort on their part, and they don’t deserve that luxury.