(the joke for those of you born in this century is that they are PROJECTING)
Every time I read the news, my depression gets a little stronger. Every time I force myself not to read the news, my anxiety gets a little stronger.
Why is my brain like this? Is it just the times we live in?
you ever read a commenter online and think "is this you"
going to therapy today where I continue work on letter to a parent who has not been a part of my life for 20 years.
for complex reasons.
fuckin' doing the work is hard, but I fuckin DO IT
(OOC moment: I gotta find and reinstall my drawing tablet. I had to reinstall windows entirely after a bad computer bricking a while back, and I was just starting to use it before that happened. I wanna be a cool kid who posts cute OC art too...)
For this crimmus, I'm getting myself... forgiveness. For every missed goal, for every "I should be working harder", for every "I need to be perfect NOW"--I forgive me for them. I choose, from here on out, to let them go, triply so when my body doesn't cooperate.
Hey artists! If you see this, consider going through your socials and updating them to Bsky. I've had to jump through "oh this is their x" links like five times today, and gurl I ain't joining Elon's pity party when you have a link to bsky in your profile
*stares up and blinks blearily from his mug of mulled apple cider*
--an' you know who I REALLY thin' desss---dessert---deserves m'r spect? M'rre respect? More d'gnity?
HOLIDAY DWARVES. They don' get into marketin', they don't get NOTHIN', but they work hard as us, mebbie harder!
Today I took a shower and got my recycling out.
it's a tiny victory, but I'll take it. Even little ones add up.