So I'm here to hide out from life. It's falling apart lately and I just need a space. Some corner that's dark and mine.
I'm trying to get back to writing more. I enjoy it, I just don't make the time for it. I have a list of things I'd "like to get back to", not entirely sure when I got away from so much of it.
Saw the psychiatrist for the first time today. It was interesting. Kind of felt silly that a person you spend an hour with can cut through some things you've been wrestling with for years. I'm supposed to keep a journal about how I feel every day. It's weird putting somewhat abstract things down on solid paper and then looking at them. Like a wave of depression isn't really a thing until it's on a paper.
Anyways, this looked so empty, so now there's something in it.