I meant to post last night but by the time I sat down to do it, I was so tired that I just couldn’t pull together everything I wanted to say.
Earlier this week, I reached a new low with my depression, one that deeply scared me and one that could’ve done a lot of damage had it run its full course. I’m truly lucky that it didn’t. And it was complete luck that it didn’t.
And then yesterday I had this absolutely magical day where I felt joyful and excited and motivated and just in awe of all those feelings. Me and @richardmarcmusic
had a productive day creating tracks and making plans (that I’m so excited about) (we even managed to watch an episode of @luciferonfox
, which he introduced me to and which I have been obsessed with ever since), I got to see several of my favourite people, I managed to get a haircut (@thepointsam
is just so wonderful and amazing), and then I even made it to the gym and swam a hundred laps.
It was a good day. A really good day. How those two such different days can exist in the same week I will never know.
I’m completely exhausted today - and anxious and depressed and sad and disappointed that the good day couldn’t be two good days or three good days - but I’m really grateful and proud of yesterday.
(Also, repping @marenmorris
all day everyday - except not because that would not be very hygienic with only one shirt BUT IN MY HEART I AM.)
(Also, apologies for the ridiculously long post and all-over-the-place-ness. I think I’ve got an emotion hangover. Many hugs to you if you made it this far.)