Something small, probably insignificant to everyone else in the world, happens. Maybe it's seeing a bird singing his heart out at the start of the day. The smell of something in bloom. My cat Loki climbing up for a cuddle
I made it through the hell that's called "The Holidays". It's so hard to keep a happy smiling demeanor plastered on my face, or the look of interest in what someone is talking about.
It's fucking hard. But at least the stress of November through December social shit is over. I need to decompress. I need to sleep. I need to talk to someone who won't dismiss my feelings and mental state as 'just the blues'. If I have the blues, their fucking indigo.
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