9 Jun 2022

Final day in isolation and a Thursday. What progress have I made this week? Some, some. I’ve gotten better. I’ve remained calm. I’ve lost weight, so symbolic, so heroic. A small bird pecks at my head with the constant knock of thoughts. Am I here? Am I good? Am I better?

A self-portrait of a blond woman reflected in the window of her apartment, blue sky and green trees and buildings and clouds in the background.

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