Of Rough Days and Realizations

14,341 Days Alive

101.3%/ 100% in My Current College Course

Today was very much a rough day for me. Don’t quite know why, but I made it through the day and am doing okay.

It was a low spoons night all around, so we had Gino’s East Frozen Deep Dish Pizza for dinner tonight. I’m going to take the leftover tot-nachos to work tomorrow for lunch. It’s been really nice to not t have to be the primary household parental type unit. We’re just a couple of dudes that chill out together a lot, work together on chores, and communicate really well.

In other news: I occasionally get thunderclap moments of brilliance. Tonight was one of those nights. Do you know why I’m doing SO MUCH better this time around in college? I’m not homeless. I’m not actively fighting my brain between trauma issues, fibromyalgia brain fog, CPTSD bullshit, AuDHD issues, food insecurity, AND unmedicated bipolar. I mean, it’s a fucking wonder I even survived college.

I am forever grateful for the friends I made there, to be sure! J, Charles, Reffie by extension of J, Chelé because of that Village Inn writer’s group, DW, and Ann and her family, of course. I’m so grateful for all the friends I made along the way. But my gratitude doesn’t wipe away the struggles I had in those days. It doesn’t rose-tint the troubled days, the poor coping mechanisms, the mistakes. I’m grateful for the growth I’ve gone through.

Anyway, Spock is pawing at me to go the hell to bed so he can snuggle me.

Take your meds, folks.