
In the past month and a half, I’ve been working on my mental health. I’ve reflected a lot on things. This is the first time I remembered that I have this blog. Logging back into it wasn’t great, because WordPress has decided to be passive-aggressive about linking log-ins with social media. Obviously I can’t do that if I wanted to still be an anonymous user here.
Any time I feel like I shouldn’t have deleted my old blog (because it would let me log in normally), I get reminded of all the nastiness I had to put up with on it.
At any rate, I’ve been doing things I usually do around this time of year. I try to manage a garden. I’m still exercising (and down below 250 lbs, or 113ish kg, for sensible metric people). Though as of this writing I did gain a little weight due to a bout of stress eating. I’ve been working on finishing my fantasy novel, though that’s going slowly. My mental health fluctuates on a daily basis.
Part of me does miss positive interactions with random Internet strangers. I wish my brain would focus on that instead of the negative. Sadly, my brain does the opposite, and it’s hard for me to remember the positive exchanges with people.
Still, I’m not writing this post out of regret or nostalgia. I just felt like writing something here. I’m not sure if it will help or not.