Of Procrastination and Perfect Times

14,958 Days Alive

66 Days Since My Last Post

4 Migraines in That Time Period

1 New Romantic Partner

I had stepped away from Postmark Wonderland, intending to take a day or two break from posting. That was two months ago.

My mental health has not been great. And because of a combination of many overlapping and frankly awful things happening, I got… burnt. Just completely burnt out. I stopped drawing, crocheting, dancing in the kitchen while cooking; I stopped being able to find joy in the little victories.

I knew I was in the mire. The Swamp of Sadness felt like it was up to my chest. I would not have survived if not for the support of my online clan like J, Reffie, Chelé, and Mel. Tina and her family were also amazing, even from Indiana. Also on the roster of awesome are: Sharky, Brian, Grandma Gator, Uncle Gator, Aunt Gator, Mal, Bubbles, Cousin Kay, Cousin Jay, and Phoenix.

I’m still here. I’m not doing great but I am trying. I’m writing again. Researching the book DW kicked into my brain with a video on the word unhoused. I got the outline down to like… 15 pages. Goddess help my pen flow smoothly to actually tell the story I want to: how being homeless isn’t a moral failing, it is a societal one and the words we use to identify people as different than us have a greater effect that commonly acknowledged.

I’m not homeless. I am employed. I still have a 4.0 in my classes and am doing my damned hardest to keep it that way. I finish classes on July 5th.

I am also exhausted and could use about a grand to take care of the transition between where I am now and where I am moving to. That would cover movers, gratuity, gas, food for helpers, and possible vehicle rental. I don’t know if I have enough time to come up with it. But I will worry about that another day.

I was trying to wait for the perfect time to post this. Or waiting for the right time, I guess? It never seemed to materialize in the way that I expected it to so… I just jumped back in.

I’m back, if still putting out the flames of burn out.

Take your meds, folks.