Nothing

Short one tonight.

I wanted to stop this week. Said so out loud in circle, which I had not planned to. Six people said they had been there. Nobody tried to fix it.

Five months flat, recorded every Monday regardless.

Ada said something in circle that has stayed with me: that a plateau is weather, not a verdict. I have written it on a card.

Flat again. I have stopped looking, which is either healthy or avoidance and I genuinely cannot tell.

Until Monday.