The mental health journey never ends. I finally get a restful night’s sleep after weeks of needing it, so of course I wake up uncontrollably sad with ideations again. Brain chemistry is fucking bizarre.
And yes, I’m okay. I’ve got the best medicine anyone can ask for right here that automatically seems to know how to kick in when I need it most.
I desperately wanted a skateboard when I was a kid, but my parents never let me have one. After a while, I just let that feeling slip in the background and I never learned to use one.
Now I find myself a man in his 40s still desperately wanting one but afraid I’ll actually hurt myself in a way that I could’ve easily bounced back from as a kid. Would it be too much of a mid-life crisis behavior to figure it out now? Where would I even begin?
Looking forward to a new brighter 2024!
The end of 2023 was a bit rough on the mental health side of things for me, which is a good part of why I’ve disappeared while I got stabilized. But I’m now feeling optimistic and I’ve begun taking care of myself (starting meds and therapy), so here’s hoping for a good start to the new year!
חג הנוכה שמח
(Yes, I have a corgi menorah.)