Just a post to apologize to everyone who’s messaged me in the last week.
I’m alive, I’m doing better, I’m not quite okay yet.
I’m so sorry.
I’m not sure when I’ll be back to my usual self.
Breath, just don't do anything drastic. You are wonderful and tonight has just been horrible, but you'll get past this, I know it. I really wish I could do something more... *hug*
I’m really really sorry, but that doesn’t help. Thank you for the thought, though.
I think I have to call my therapist and I’m scared and I’ve never had to do this before and I can’t find her emergency number and fuck I don’t want to do this anymore goddamn
Approximately 15 months ago I met a group of friends in my old high school’s parking lot so we could drive together for a party. Upon our return, there was a car parked next to mine with fogged up windows. As we passed it we noticed the slight movement of a blanket in the back seat. We had apparently startled the young lovers, and I laughed over it as I drove home.
But in the year since then I’ve noticed a very small change in how I think about that moment, and that’s a change I think I’ll mourn as I get older, as I suspect it will continue… Alas, I don’t think life will forgive my oncoming cynicism.
THE LOVELY HEATHER ORDOVER OF CRAFTLIT IS DOING NORTH AND SOUTH AND I COULD JUST DIE OF HAPPINESS
NOW I MUST GO CATCH UP ON SIX YEARS WORTH OF EPISODES, SO I THINK I’LL DISAPPEAR INTO A HAZE OF AWESOME LITERATURE FOR A WHILE
How do you tell someone “hey I really love talking to you but since my depression has gotten worse everything you say to me is like a slap in the face”
Because that’s increasingly becoming an issue