The first sentence is usually the hardest one to write. At least for me anyway.
See I suffer from what one would call a malady of the brain. Some might call me crazy, which, honestly, rude. The internet says neurospicy. And to some, I’m too complicated to define.
What I really am is a host of mental health diagnoses mixed with a multitude of hobbies, a long suffering husband, and a rescue dog with separation anxiety.
As for my mental health, right now I’m on the low end of a depressive swing. Thankfully I am not, and never have been, a self harm girlie, however I do not like the fact that I currently get no joy out of my favorite hobbies. Or, you know, life in general.
I’m trying to find my way back to joy. Those moments of happiness, big or little, that can brighten a day. I’m starting small, getting a manicure this week for the first time in about two years.
Wish me luck!