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* I supported one of my best friends who was in an abusive relationship, which got extremely scary before the end.
* I finished and posted the first fanfic I've written since the Epic Psychiatric Misadventures 16 years ago which reduced my brain to scorched earth, and I think it's one of the two best things I've ever written:
a word you've never understood (Prophet, post-canon, Adam/Rao, 9143 words)
* I started playing Dark Souls, and I beat Ornstein and Smough.
* I did some RL stuff which I can't talk about here without doxxing myself, but which was my tiny contribution to trying to make the UK suck less.
* I discovered I could go for a "run" (very slow run-walk intervals) ending up by a spot in a brook where I could quickly change and dunk myself, and this enabled the dunking to be viable much later into the year than you might think (context: my brain's idiosyncrasies means that a few minutes of cold water immersion is FREE DOPAMINE, so this is the bribe for the "run").
Other than that, the year's been a shitshow of injury, endless IC flare-ups and consequent pain and sleep deprivation, endless exhaustion, endless terror and worry about my friend, and the inevitable slide into depression by the end of the year as a result of all the aforementioned stressors. Hopefully it will be transient, and my meds cocktail and many many years of practice will suffice to haul me out.
sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”.
It's been a shitty year. I lived.
* I finished and posted the first fanfic I've written since the Epic Psychiatric Misadventures 16 years ago which reduced my brain to scorched earth, and I think it's one of the two best things I've ever written:
a word you've never understood (Prophet, post-canon, Adam/Rao, 9143 words)
* I started playing Dark Souls, and I beat Ornstein and Smough.
* I did some RL stuff which I can't talk about here without doxxing myself, but which was my tiny contribution to trying to make the UK suck less.
* I discovered I could go for a "run" (very slow run-walk intervals) ending up by a spot in a brook where I could quickly change and dunk myself, and this enabled the dunking to be viable much later into the year than you might think (context: my brain's idiosyncrasies means that a few minutes of cold water immersion is FREE DOPAMINE, so this is the bribe for the "run").
Other than that, the year's been a shitshow of injury, endless IC flare-ups and consequent pain and sleep deprivation, endless exhaustion, endless terror and worry about my friend, and the inevitable slide into depression by the end of the year as a result of all the aforementioned stressors. Hopefully it will be transient, and my meds cocktail and many many years of practice will suffice to haul me out.
sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”.
It's been a shitty year. I lived.
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