PBP: H is for Hearth

I meant to start this weeks ago, when I signed up for the Pagan Blog Project, as a way to get me blogging more often and hopefully on less rant-y topics. But, amid all of this my husband and I found a new house -technically duplex, and have been frantically preparing to move. His work schedule is making it difficult to help much, but we’re working on it. Today is Friday, April 12th. The moving truck arrives between 8 and 9 am on Wednesday, April 17th. Time is running out.

Still Around… Sort of

I fail.

I’ve been doing everything I can to motivate to write in here the past few months. But I’ve been in a terrible way -mentally, since about last September and it’s just getting progressively worse. I have an appointment tomorrow, finally, to go over what is working or what is not working and figure out where to go from here. Unless you suffer mental illness (and none of this surviving bullshit, you suffer… trust me) there is no possible way to explain how it ruins every aspect of your life in what seems like the stupidest of ways. It’s hard to explain that you are sad that you’ve become a hermit, but that knowledge just makes you hermit even more, and so forth.