Meds back on board…

Everything is better. Not really, but I took my meds later that day, jerked off, and felt a bit better about life. I’m still anxious about the wedding, but I’m at least able to keep myself from spiraling.

I downloaded Habitica again. It feels so foolish to be struggling to get my shit together at 39, but better late than never suppose. If I’m going to dedicate to actually using my life, getting my shit somewhat together is mandatory. If it works—I hope it works—if it works then good fucking play.

I will say it at least has, however temporarily, returned a bit of zest to my outlook towards the future. The stories I want to tell seem more tangible. I really feel like I’m doing what I’m doing. Does that make sense? Probably not, but the point remains. I see the comics coming together and it’s a good feeling, certainly a better one than another doom spiral.

Dicks for listening.