For the past week or so I’ve been feeling fine mentally. Not too much insomnia, I don’t feel manic or depressed. No hallucinations, no anxiety attacks. I am feeling lucky, because it is usually something.
It’s great to feel normal once in a while.
So I will just take this time to enjoy it. I’m just sitting here sipping on my home-made mocha, and writing. Which is what I love to do.
It would be perfect if I had a fire going right now, but I have to wait until my boyfriend gets off work and splits some more wood. It’s really pretty outside with a clean layer of snow. More is starting to come down.
I am grateful for this time.