This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
It’s been about two weeks since I’ve put fingers to keys.
Tonight I told myself I would write but it took a lot of pushing myself to follow through. As soon as I put in my headphones and started my writing music, I realized how much I missed it.
I’m still fighting this never-ending, low-key depression. I feel better, but I also have to constantly remind myself to do things like, plan dinner, feed the animals, take a shower.
I’m just kind of existing, but at least I’ve been leaving the house again, which feels nice.
It was scary being stuck in the house. I don’t want to go back to that time in my life.
Athena (the new kitten) has helped a lot. She keeps me on my toes whenever we let her roam free. “Nope, don’t do that . . . wait, get back over here . . . don’t climb the wires . . . where did you go, now?”
It’s loads of fun!
But, she’s so sweet and cuddly and falls asleep on my chest when I hold her and pet her at night.
It’s nice that Wonder Woman and I are raising a pet together, instead of just having the ones we came into the relationship with.
Athena is ours.
I finished my holiday cards and they got mailed out today. Over 50 handmade cards. It kept me going through my depression and now I’m looking for the next activity to immerse myself in. I’m sure I’ll have another project dreamed up sometime soon.
Crafting is a lifeline during the dark times. It works as a distraction that I can one-mindfully involve myself in. It feels more productive than my time spent playing video games, although I do that, too.
I still don’t have a whole lot to write about.
Things just . . . are, and that’s the hardest time for me to write.
It’s easy to write about the extremes.
But it’s been too long.
I’m glad I put fingers to keys again.