Eleven weeks

A quiet week.

The plateau has been going on longer than the part before the plateau. That is an odd thing to sit with.

Twelve weeks of nothing at all. Nearly stopped. Ada talked her into staying for one more month.

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.

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

That is all for tonight.