- how it's going
- January 29th, 0:34
I'm still getting through one of the hardest winters for PTSD-combined-with-depression I've ever had. This doesn't mean there's nothing good in it; on the contrary, I have spent time with excellent people and had some delightful moments. And I've been making art whenever I can, and making progress on other goals one painstaking inch at a time if that's what it takes.
It's just really, really difficult. Exhausting. Bleak sometimes. God, so bleak.
What I am doing is living through the hard patches as best I can, and reaching out whenever I get a clear breath between one and the next. I'm lucky to have so many years of practice. Yeah, wry grin there, but it's true.
I say this not to ask for pity, but in case there are other people who are afraid they're the only one and that everyone else is just sailing through and assuming they are too. I want you to know that I see you. I know how hard it is. I know how hard you work just to get through some days. Some hours. Some minutes.
I see you. And I'm glad you're here. And I know you are totally fucking mighty for being here at all.
So here we are. Let's celebrate getting this far. Come on in, be welcome, and let's acknowledge each other. To you, and you, and you and you and you, and all of us. Yes!