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I don't know how many of you are still out there, but I still exist and here is a post.
Do I have a job? No. Am I still living with my dad? Yes. But the good news is I'm doing a lot better than a few years ago. I've been on antidepressants for almost a year now and wow does it ever make a difference. The unfortunate thing is that I'm going really slow at this being around people thing. Which, I mean, I expected, because I've spent almost a decade locked away from everybody, but still, I thought I'd be further along by now.
You know what, though? I've accepted it. I'll get there when I'm ready, but right now it'd be a setback. If I got a job, I'd probably have an anxiety attack the first day and lock myself in my room for a month. Not good.
What is good is I'm slowly but surely getting my muse back. Seriously, it's gotten harder and harder to write since I hit rock bottom, but now that I'm on my way uphill, it's getting easier. I can actually manage hundreds of words a day! In fact, I'm trying my hand at Camp Nanowrimo next month, and actually expect to make progress. May I write all 39,000 words. Amen.
Also, I'm a lesbian. A nonbinary lesbian. Ask me how! No really, y'all have no idea how long it's taken me to accept this about myself. I'm out to most of my family, at least about my orientation. Probably going to come out in that regard soon. (I'm not even going to try to explain nonbinary gender to my family.)
Anyway, I think that's all I wanted to say. I hope everyone is doing well.
Do I have a job? No. Am I still living with my dad? Yes. But the good news is I'm doing a lot better than a few years ago. I've been on antidepressants for almost a year now and wow does it ever make a difference. The unfortunate thing is that I'm going really slow at this being around people thing. Which, I mean, I expected, because I've spent almost a decade locked away from everybody, but still, I thought I'd be further along by now.
You know what, though? I've accepted it. I'll get there when I'm ready, but right now it'd be a setback. If I got a job, I'd probably have an anxiety attack the first day and lock myself in my room for a month. Not good.
What is good is I'm slowly but surely getting my muse back. Seriously, it's gotten harder and harder to write since I hit rock bottom, but now that I'm on my way uphill, it's getting easier. I can actually manage hundreds of words a day! In fact, I'm trying my hand at Camp Nanowrimo next month, and actually expect to make progress. May I write all 39,000 words. Amen.
Also, I'm a lesbian. A nonbinary lesbian. Ask me how! No really, y'all have no idea how long it's taken me to accept this about myself. I'm out to most of my family, at least about my orientation. Probably going to come out in that regard soon. (I'm not even going to try to explain nonbinary gender to my family.)
Anyway, I think that's all I wanted to say. I hope everyone is doing well.