I've been talking on and off with bentastic the last week or so, and he reminded me about this place and why at one time I really loved it. Journaling, whether privately, or in a public venue like this has always helped me work through my more complicated thoughts & emotions, and I would like to get back into it. As I type more quickly than I write these days, I might be doing so here, regardless of readship or lack thereof.

So. That happened. A lot has been written about the National Travesty that occurred on November 8th, 2016, by people far more knowledgeable and eloquent than me. It was a terrible week; I personally fell into deep anxiety-fueled despair and became suicidal. I lost all sense of hope and was searching for an easy way to just not feel all the sadness and fear that had taken its place.

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Anyway. That's a lot of words for a Saturday night. I hope you are all taking care of yourselves; drinking lots of water; giving & receiving lots of hugs; getting lots of sleep. I'm thinking about you and want you know that I'm here if you need to talk. ♥