The Curse of the Competent Woman

Arn was diagnosed in two thousand 11, and i was just so used to living at like, a high level of like, stress and functional grief. So you bet my family all dressed up and had a pinil where we pretended to be thankful. And none of us said anything to each other. Now i look back at that and see, oh, gib but we were on a pretty downward side for a while. But at the time, it made complete and imperfect sense that the, that the way that i could get through this was by being competent.