I’m not dead.
I am, however, really enjoying not worrying about having to post stuff here. Like, not even thinking about it, at all.
I’ll get back to it. Just not right now. My mental health is very much appreciating a break from the pressure. It’ll be up for some more exercise again at some point.
Some time soon, I’ll get to say: “Hey, remember ages ago when we moved house and that was somehow basically the only thing we did for an entire fucking year? That was shit, right? I’m glad that’s long since over and we don’t have to talk to any fucking estate agents any more.” And then I will be happy.
In the meantime, I’ve just got to keep reminding myself.