Escaping - Sunday, December 1, 2024.

No feeling is final. — Rainer Maria Rilke.

Listening: Drinking Song For The Socially Anxious by The Amazong Devil

I'm coming out of my recent, debilitating depressive episode. I finished The Jungle by Upton Sinclair; I'm learning how to code; I'm journaling and slowly returning to poetry; I'm listening to music and audiobooks and podcasts; I'm approaching my college finals. I'm leaving the realm of the undead once again.

Am I glad to still be alive? No, but I never really am. Still I am becoming okay-ish again. Fire crackles in the hearth, frost lines the grass, the Christmas lights are up. Maybe I'll be okay for the next month. Maybe I can be happy for a little bit, even if I won't be in the end.