It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.

In the time since then, I’ve descended into a manic depression, written approximately 100k words of fanfiction, approximately 80k words of original fiction, published the fanfiction, attended lots of meetings, and decided to become a peer support specialist.

Recovery specialist?

Not sure. It seems I can only become a peer support specialist for free, so let’s do that.

They say you need ‘lived experience’ to be one, and wow, since when does being a crackpot get me a job? Since now, I guess.

Thanksgiving was lovely.

We had a friend and their kid over. S immediately said ‘let’s go up to my room!’ and boom, the kids disappeared. We sat and ate and drank apple cider. I was wearing my pajamas, though I put on a sports bra.

I miss…

Nothing.

It’s fine.