Writing whatever

Small updates (CW: mention of pet loss)

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted; I’ve been feeling a general boredom with things. I don’t really know whether life has actually been kicking my ass lately, but my back aches. My wrist hurts. Sometimes it’s just a struggle to stay awake, only to have trouble taking a nap as soon as I get home. I’m trying to keep busy, look like I’m doing something. I’m trying to find where the words are taking me, so this is probably going to be all over the place. I’ll jump from thought to though as they come up, then edit later. Try to loosen something up.

My sister had to put her cat Lucy down a few weeks ago after she developed FIP. A couple of days later, my parents’ dog Raven died suddenly, likely a heart attack. I feel their absence even though I only saw either of them for a few weeks out of a given year. When I ask my family for updates on the pets, the number of animals to talk about is too small; four instead of six; five if you count my other sister’s cat Lemon.

I started therapy again. I had been intending to do so for a while because I can tell this hermiting stretch I’ve been in has lasted a little too long. What’s the line between self-care and hiding?