Here I am, sitting in front of my Mac with my Oriental Shorthair purring in my lap, typing, rambling away as an attempt to make sense of my racing thoughts and cycling moods. I’m feeling down, but I know it could be worse. I feel submerged in lonliness but I know I’m not alone. A few years ago, if I were to dip into a mood like this, I would swallow half a bottle of NyQuil and draw a razor blade over my thighs until I passed out from the sedative. I certainly am making progress with this. I need to remember that.

Just breathe.

Its gonna be okay.

Good night everyone,
Meg