A reason why I haven't been on here is simply because life has happened. Apparently the last time I posted something original was 7 months ago, so probably last summer or so.
A lot has happened since then, of course, but the biggest one is that I had to take time off of work to deal with my mental health. I guess it's been a long time coming but the most I can say is that I'm really proud that I'm still around. I know I want to live and that so much of me was fighting to survive. I'm glad to be in a life filled with grace and such supportive people.
I've been reevaluating my life and really have been thinking about what my goals are and--ta-da--my values as well. I know the following to be true:
I feel fulfilled when I am surrounded by community
I love infodumping/sharing knowledge about local history and fun facts
I enjoy spending time alone and expressing myself through visual or written arts
I also enjoy knowing that there is an audience; a part of me enjoys knowing that someone is out there listening/reading, even if no one comments or replies or provides feedback.
I miss being part of a community--a specific one where I do have bonds with people
I enjoy spending time outside, usually solitary, so that I don't feel like I have to rush with anyone. I like to enjoy the moment and do things that are free 99.
I need to listen to my body more and treat myself like a flower; thirst does not start when you feel it in your throat; the way my lips are chapped and the brittle on my fingers are easy giveaways. Take sips when you are parched.
I am a conceptual person, and I synthesize information best through logic and diagrams, especially when given abstract thoughts and language.
I have difficulty keeping consistent friends, but I know that is a part of growing up. I think I am really great at meeting people and that initial spark, but it is easy for me to not follow up because I get easily fatigued and introverted. I feel like I have people who support me from afar, which I am grateful for, but all my friends are of different groups. I hope to be part of a larger friend group in San Diego somehow, and that ties in a lot with my newer endeavors.
I enjoy journaling, but I only get in the mood to do it when something great happens. I need to be more into logging the mundane, and by that I mean to make magic out of it to make it worth writing about in the first place.
I love books and reading but it's been so difficult to sustain attention. I worry how the medication affects my brain because I often feel like there is brain fog, that I am forgetting words and my train of thought.
I sometimes lose track between dreams and reality, in the way that it is less romantic and more of a psychological thriller. I make the effort to wake up when I have woken up to make sure I do not get stuck in such layered dreams over and over again.
Life is worth living, just have to get through the rough parts first.