It’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything.
Now, hear me out. It’s been a busy time with lots of working, lots of socialising (well, a lot by my standards anyways) and also periods of major decompression. Social batteries deplete and I love nothing more than doing absolutely nothing when the situation calls for it. A lack of writing doesn’t mean a dip in mental health. In fact, I feel relatively stable and more in control of my anxiety/depression management in recent times than I’ve felt generally in a long time. Yet sadly, writing and reading have slipped away from me over the last months. As winter seeps in, I feel the comforting embrace of the cold. It won’t be long till my nose is buried in papers and hands are stained by Parker ink.