Soreth @Soreth@awoo.space

Yesterday was the shortest day of the year, last night the longest night. It's not quite the point where my powers are weakest - that comes in February - but it's still a definite low-water point for me and my energy.

Things are getting better, but they're getting better very _slowly_. There's a lag time before my melatonin levels start to fall and the seasonal affective disorder begins to dissipate. And in the mean time, everything is just slowly getting harder.

Harder to keep anxiety levels down. Harder to keep my spirits up. Harder not to dwell on old dreams and pains.

I'm trying. But there's a long haul still.

Happy Solstice, all y'all n..n

So I understand someone said 🥚.

They shrunk my dire lobster and made it into bisque. o..o

Thank goodness for the Mammalian Dive Reflex I guess.

Really great how I can't stop seeing reflections of him, even in things as innocent as a white dragon with blueish mane. C'mon heart, settle down. You're primed for action, but there's nothing here to panic over.

work: exhausting
showers after work: good
dragons laying down for a bit: me

All it takes. Still, all it takes, is seeing his name somewhere. His icon. Doesn't matter where. It's enough to shatter me all over again and plunge me back into feelings I am increasingly afraid will always be there.

I guess the plunge is shorter now, at least. Simpler to start scrabbling out of that pit.

I have an opinion about the thing that everyone is talking about, but I will not be sharing it at this time.