To those out there who bother celebrating Mother's Day, Happy Mother's Day.
For an update as to what caused my prolonged absence, other than having moved in April (the first of that month actually), there isn't much reason. Internet issues which only serve as a partial excuse before that. I just didn't particularly feel like there was any reason to post. Work is work and friends are friends. Nothing dramatic or out of the ordinary.
Hell week here has passed. As always. The ennui had set in long before it did.
Just in a bit of a funk. The serotonin has been drained from my system after a prolonged sense of exposure. I feel more like my old self. Chest hammering sense of depression that seeps in unannounced and unwanted. Smart ass remarks that would normally come off as quick quips are filtered through and turned deadpan. Laughter and smiles have turned forced painful. Thoughts have taken a downward turn.
Not to the point of suicide. I've been down that road to a point. It's one that I dare not venture down it again. I've taken to enjoying my life to an extent. Slowly trying to enjoy it more. One needn't rush into these sorts of things.
Ha, a quirk of the lips. One that didn't feel completely forced for the first time in the past few evenings.
I suppose that is my sign that this sort of catharsis has done it's work for the evening. I'll see about other forms later.
Until then, I bid what readers who've stumbled upon this mess of a blog a good evening, and promise that i will try to post again soon. And with a greater frequency than I have been recently.
For an update as to what caused my prolonged absence, other than having moved in April (the first of that month actually), there isn't much reason. Internet issues which only serve as a partial excuse before that. I just didn't particularly feel like there was any reason to post. Work is work and friends are friends. Nothing dramatic or out of the ordinary.
Hell week here has passed. As always. The ennui had set in long before it did.
Just in a bit of a funk. The serotonin has been drained from my system after a prolonged sense of exposure. I feel more like my old self. Chest hammering sense of depression that seeps in unannounced and unwanted. Smart ass remarks that would normally come off as quick quips are filtered through and turned deadpan. Laughter and smiles have turned forced painful. Thoughts have taken a downward turn.
Not to the point of suicide. I've been down that road to a point. It's one that I dare not venture down it again. I've taken to enjoying my life to an extent. Slowly trying to enjoy it more. One needn't rush into these sorts of things.
Ha, a quirk of the lips. One that didn't feel completely forced for the first time in the past few evenings.
I suppose that is my sign that this sort of catharsis has done it's work for the evening. I'll see about other forms later.
Until then, I bid what readers who've stumbled upon this mess of a blog a good evening, and promise that i will try to post again soon. And with a greater frequency than I have been recently.
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