Sorry y’all, due to factors fully irrelevant to you, the audience, I started to depression spiral over the weekend and things have not quite pulled up yet. Going a tidbit better now but it does mean that most of my writing time got eaten up by disassociation time instead.

Disassociation time is the worst, because it’s a bunch of nothing and then when it’s over, I’m frustrated at myself for having done all that nothing, which makes it easier to slip back into disassociation time. Part of the whole spiraling dealio, as one might imagine or sympathize with.

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This weekend is gonna be aimed at putting me back on track and hopefully swinging back up! And maybe finding a therapist, YOLO (You Oughta Look Out).