still breathing, I promise
no, I haven't been journaling and I said I would so I suck. It has been a difficult and painful Winter, pain making me take to my bed for a week, snow keeping me housebound for another week, cabin fever setting in and it isn't even March yet, holy hells is it over yet?
I have some projects in the works though so I am hopeful that journaling will once again become important to me and the occasional rant will be had and stuff, the usual, whatever.
I miss my LJ family and it is my own fault for disappearing off the planet. Please forgive me! I have been feeling overwhelmed and all I have is bitching to do, I can't work more than a few hours a week and I have thousands of dollars in bills due for last Winter's surgery and school, and it is putting me under a heavy rock. Escapism is good, or not, I play too many stupid FailBook games and read a lot, it keeps me from freaking out about stuff. The disability claim is dragging along, it will be yet another year before I can get a resolution on that and that is also rock putting under. Is it any wonder I take two antidepressant drugs? yeah. *eye roll*
But ChessieKitty remains cute as hell and Mom and I still get along and I have been prescribed a new drug that seems to be helping some, and that is a relief, sleep is a good thing when I can get it and this drug helps with that somewhat. (yeah, not at the moment as I am still awake, gah.)
Here's to a better next year and more art and more healing and more good thangs and more being present in LJ and in my real life as well. Hoo Rah.
I have some projects in the works though so I am hopeful that journaling will once again become important to me and the occasional rant will be had and stuff, the usual, whatever.
I miss my LJ family and it is my own fault for disappearing off the planet. Please forgive me! I have been feeling overwhelmed and all I have is bitching to do, I can't work more than a few hours a week and I have thousands of dollars in bills due for last Winter's surgery and school, and it is putting me under a heavy rock. Escapism is good, or not, I play too many stupid FailBook games and read a lot, it keeps me from freaking out about stuff. The disability claim is dragging along, it will be yet another year before I can get a resolution on that and that is also rock putting under. Is it any wonder I take two antidepressant drugs? yeah. *eye roll*
But ChessieKitty remains cute as hell and Mom and I still get along and I have been prescribed a new drug that seems to be helping some, and that is a relief, sleep is a good thing when I can get it and this drug helps with that somewhat. (yeah, not at the moment as I am still awake, gah.)
Here's to a better next year and more art and more healing and more good thangs and more being present in LJ and in my real life as well. Hoo Rah.