Yeah okay, I don’t know where I was going with that. I think that sort of encapsulates everything really, ha ha. I’m just sort of mucking by. It’s been mainly tolerable, though I’ve had a couple random semi-severe anxiety spikes (not to panic attack level, thankfully). I also got a bit angry-snappish the other night after writing my post, so maybe I’m a bit more wobbly than I’m admitting to myself and it was biting me in the ass. Or not. Who can ever tell, even when possessing a fairly decent capability for self-observation and analysis.
At least the weather has been a balm to my soul. See, I love winter. I love the cold, I love the gloom, and I especially love the swirling snow when it can be bothered to show up. We had nothing in the way of snow last winter, so I was hoping extra-hard for some this time around. I don’t know if we’ll get any more this seasons, but at least I had one day of looking out my window and watching it swirl and settle. And my eldest, bless her. She knew I wanted so snow badly and was sad for me that it wasn’t coming, and then excited when it did. She’s a good kid, and I’m glad she wanted to share in my joy.
I keep forgetting what else I wanted to say… hooray for brain fog? I will take a second to plug my friend Crista Anne though. You might have heard about her #OrgasmQuest on xojane, Jezebel, Refinery29, or (my favourite) Good Vibes. If you’ve not, the basics are thus — she has depression, and she’s lost her ability to orgasm in the treatment of said depression. She’s doing a great service on shining light on two taboo subjects at once, and while it’s not a problem I have, I certainly enthusiastically support her efforts in demystifying two common things that are often ignored. Plus, she’s just a really sweet and passionate human being, so yanno, happy to support her in her stigma-busting efforts.
And, hopefully, I’ll remember what I wanted to write about and get that out in the next couple of days. Until then, hope y’all are all doing well out there.