I was going to write about what I got today, and how it snowed, which was magical and amazing and great, but I'm exhausted so I'll just say thanks for all the good wishes. It means a lot. <3
I posted this on tumblr a little over a week ago and have been meaning to put an update here. In just the last three weeks an actual, tangible, good, potentially-life changing thing has started happening and it took me a while to accept that it was happening. It all requires a bit of a lengthy recap of my medical history to make sense, so paragraphs ahead. Some of you may remember the saga of the fatty-acid metabolism disorder diagnosis. In late 2013 I had a skin biopsy, and then early 2014 th
So for as bad as 2016 has been for a lot of people, here I am with concrete health improvements, and I'm not dreading 2017 nearly as much as I've dreaded every other new year. Who knows, maybe I won't be dead inside in another year?? Happy new year to all.
Well, things have been getting a bit heated recently, so I feel like the best thing we can all do is take a minute of our day to pause and learn something fun and new about the natural world.
But I just couldn't go to bed before I'd finished reading Catching Fire, AKA the second book in The Hunger Games. I just finished reading it now, and my goodness, that was amazing. Like, wow. I'm getting my hands on the next/last book as soon as possible.
I've said this before, but I really love fog. In fact, I guess I love anything that makes things mysterious or beautiful. I think I'm going to have to write a separate entry about types of environment that give me lovely feelings.
Time flies. It's hard to believe 2012 is coming to a close. It might be worth my while making a list of the significant things that have happened this year. Anyway, on the health front, I'm seeing a psychologist and I started medication for anxiety a week ago. I don't feel any different yet but apparently it takes time to kick in. I hope things start to pick up because a lot of the time nothing seems enjoyable. I go through my music and things I like to do but it all seems unmoving. In other
Say there's this alternate version of me. He's grown up without all the ailments real me has. He's much healthier, he's much happier, less burdened, he's doing well academically and he's well set up for life. He's also far more naive. He's far more insensitive. He wouldn't understand a lot of things I understand. He wouldn't feel a lot of things I feel. I don't even know if I'd like him. It seems backwards, but the version of me that knows and feels less would be the one much better off.
