How do you unwind after a demanding day?

I used to know the answer to this question like it was obvious, like I was the only cool one who knew it, and the plebians of the world couldn’t simply grasp that to not be fucked up was to fail at experiencing the only good out of life. Now, I have answers, and I’m not sure on any of them.

It was the question that haunted me for the first year and a half of not doing what I used to do, and I existed raw and unrealized and in pain.

People are so fucking mean: dry drunk. I was in pain, you asshole.

Meditate is the answer I’d like to say, because my previous sponsor would approve. I do meditate. It’s a huge fucking relief every time I do, and I do it not even every day.

Sewing, I used to say. I did that every day for sure. But by the end, that was more like drugs than it was like relief, and I did it nonstop and not enough at the same time, and I failed on all fronts.

Writing?

Writing is less like a balm and more like taking a dump. SUCH a relief, but not clean. Maybe that’s just cuz I’m untrained. I do write every day, though.

Watch Star Trek: DS9.

There we go.