therapy Yesterday. We walk there. Teyla and I both leave the house/neighborhood on Wednesdays, and then I don't have to leave again until next Wednesday if I don't want to. Usually I don't.

Quarantine and being sick has reactivated my agoraphobia big time. I sense so deeply that I need to be left alone?? It's probably not healthy I admit. ( Read more... )

In the morning, after staring at Scrivener for 45 minutes, then taking a break so as not to entertain self-destructive thoughts:

Holy shit, I think I know how to save my memoir that I'm trying to write for Nanowrimo!

(that was my secret reason why I wasn't writing in my journal, which is kinda silly but I DIDN'T WANT TO TELL PEOPLE because I ( Read more... )