Storm in a teacup

So, I've been in quarantine since Monday, I am now aware of how fucking irritating and irrational tonsils are. (feel free to send flowers ect) I also learnt how inconvenient it is to have a history of overdosing, when it's 2:30AM, you are in agony, the pharmaceuticals are hidden and your sisters asleep, but we live and learn! I've decided to come back and fill you all in on my little life with some of my free time. So here we go again,  Live, from the house of toddlers, puppies and tonsillitis I have an announcement.. I AM FUCKING HAPPY. Beautifully, simplistically, wholly, gloriously fucking happy. I've been apprehensive about broadcasting this, fearing that it would become the catalyst for that ever waiting cloud to reappear, but for a while now I've remained safe. I've had 'normal people blues' of course but no depression, no anxiety, just the average range of emotions and thoughts. Usually something like this would have been accompanied...

I really hate to post art without credit to the author but cannot find any back info, this this is something I found on artidote that speaks to me currently 5:00 WED 7 MAR Why is it you whisper, when you really need to yell? Well, it’s my day off, I have no internet, it has been a fucking horrendous week, and I am just about ready to give up on the day. I have had approx. 4 hours sleep and my body will not allow me anymore. So here I am, tapping away at a word doc, to copy and paste when I get to an area with my beloved internet connection. 8:00 WED 7 MAR …Struggling to collect my thoughts into one coherent place. Thus writing deleted. Will resume after a brew. 10:00 WED 7 MAR I’m a little bit sad, a little bit mad, but all round glad. It’s a funny old thing, dating. The breakup to an almost relationship leaves you with a sense of loss that you can’t comprehend. You weren’t ever together, but you thought it was headed that way. It’s a sense of grief for ...