Don’t burn up, now

I’ve been through so much in the last year and a half: two moves; some upheavals in friendships; chronic pain/illness; getting diagnosed with ADHD; taking an array of pain and depression medications that I turned out to be too sensitive for; moving back in with my mother as an adult, after almost seventeen years out; being unemployed; losing my car; and the other day getting a suggestion to be tested for dyslexia.

But somehow I’m still kinda “Welp, sad trombone for a minute and move on” about it. But not too much, because what kind of self-defeating artist would I be if I didn’t wallow in my own misery?

Mood cycling is about the most frustrating and hilarious thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how, or where, or why the sunshine happens, but I guess I’ll take it.