Stuck In My Head Again.
This year's been a bit of a psychological struggle. I miss being enthusiastic about things! But there's still love and kindness in the world, and I'm grateful for all of you.
(I don't want to go into the state of my head in any great detail, but, to clarify any worries, I'm not in danger and the people I love are okay. I'm just having a lengthy existential crisis that's making it hard to concentrate on anything. I've started exercising, which is supposed to be good for your mental state (please imagine this in the most disgusted tone possible: exercising. I can't believe it's come to this), and I'll look into talking to a professional if things don't get any better.
Part of it might just be a product of being twenty-nine. I remember being prone to existential crises at nineteen as well. It wasn't a real age; it was just 'almost twenty'! Just a non-stop year of 'am I really about to turn twenty?' So maybe I'll calm down once I actually hit my thirties.)
I try to keep this journal an upbeat place most of the time and not to get too personal, so I'm a little nervous about posting this, but I thought I should probably be honest. I haven't been at my best, but I'm trying to look after myself, and I'm looking forward to spending Christmas with my wonderful, ridiculous family.
More importantly: it's Christmas Eve, and you know what that means!
(I originally considered putting Ardyn in Christmas garb for my annual Christmas manip. Turns out there's already official art of that.)
Have a wonderful Christmas, if you're celebrating it! If you're celebrating something else, have a wonderful celebration; if you're not celebrating anything, I generally wish for good things for you. Spend time with people you love; do something creative. I love you all.
(I don't want to go into the state of my head in any great detail, but, to clarify any worries, I'm not in danger and the people I love are okay. I'm just having a lengthy existential crisis that's making it hard to concentrate on anything. I've started exercising, which is supposed to be good for your mental state (please imagine this in the most disgusted tone possible: exercising. I can't believe it's come to this), and I'll look into talking to a professional if things don't get any better.
Part of it might just be a product of being twenty-nine. I remember being prone to existential crises at nineteen as well. It wasn't a real age; it was just 'almost twenty'! Just a non-stop year of 'am I really about to turn twenty?' So maybe I'll calm down once I actually hit my thirties.)
I try to keep this journal an upbeat place most of the time and not to get too personal, so I'm a little nervous about posting this, but I thought I should probably be honest. I haven't been at my best, but I'm trying to look after myself, and I'm looking forward to spending Christmas with my wonderful, ridiculous family.
More importantly: it's Christmas Eve, and you know what that means!
(I originally considered putting Ardyn in Christmas garb for my annual Christmas manip. Turns out there's already official art of that.)
Have a wonderful Christmas, if you're celebrating it! If you're celebrating something else, have a wonderful celebration; if you're not celebrating anything, I generally wish for good things for you. Spend time with people you love; do something creative. I love you all.