Post TOTK Marathon Crash

Feeling quite shitty right now. Not too much, just a bit. My back is arching. My dog is in my lap. I'm considering whether I should have a spoken blog instead, or a vlog, so that I could practice talking. I got distracted again. They say writing a blog traditionally, with pen and paper, is best, but I feel more comfortable writing like this. It's less intimate. At the same time I also prefer having it public. I starve for human connection - I am already isolated enough.

My cat is crying for what I perhaps think is food. I'm considering vlogging when I walk the dogs. I'm not going to, that sounds cumbersome. Applying positive changes to lifestyle doesn't feel rewarding, but dropping everything makes me feel like crap. I'm tired of i-don't-know-what and I want to lay down. But instead I'm trying to move whatever body part I can manage right now. Recovering from this period of what may or may not have been hypomania, who am I to know, is probably going to take me some patience and forgiveness for myself. Knowing when and how to balance forgiveness with strictness feels like walking on a tightrope, but the rope is loose and flimsy, haha.

I'll stop for now and feed the cat and walk the dogs. This is the little thing I managed to draw. It's progress.