Over the last few months, I’ve tweeted, often with humor—because that’s the best weapon against despair—about what’s been a pretty tough year.
I’m tweeting now to do something I’m not so great at—ask for help.
2019 started off well: Trump was still in the WH,but I beat him in the courts--twice.
Come April, things got dicey: I started one Monday raising legal journalist hell and ended it in the ICU with a drain in my head. An cerebral aneurysm had ruptured, causing a stroke.
After 5 weeks of mind-blowing pain—like a sheet of metal was bisecting my head, I said—several elephant parades’ worth of ketamine, & a lot of hard work, surrounded by the best friends a human could ask for & phenomenal medical professionals (hey, @GWHospital), I got discharged.