Happy Harvest Blog
I'm back
I survived my mini-collapse, and have been digging my routines back out for the past few days. I hope it was worth it. I’m all sugar free now (again), so I hope that transition was worth a week’s lost productivity. All is well. Cheeks persist, and is gunning for permanent house chicken status, like a pet parrot; the ten untimely chicks are all well and growing their feathers; all the birds are fine but getting cranky about the GH confinement, and my hives are all still alive.
I'm fine; day 3
Not fine, exactly. I fell off a cliff of sorts. (Now I want to draw a picture of a cliff of sorts. Lots of sorts.). Yes, I broke my daily blogging streak shortly after one straight year. I just couldn’t truly convince myself that I had anything worth saying for a whole 24 hrs. Turns out when I do that, people pipe up “Hey, is something wrong? You skipped a day!” (Thanks:) That’s sweet). I haven’t been doing much but flopping around.
Depression
The thing about depression is that when depressed it’s extremely, mortally, difficult to do things. What you are capable of gets smaller, and smaller, and more difficult, until you are barely, with great suffering, managing to do the minimum to survive.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
Bite size.
