Which I suppose means I'm due.
Really, I've been kind of eschewing things of drama. For one, I'm not dating a festie, and that reduces the chances something like 90% right there. And I'd be willing to bet that the antidepressants help, in that things that would otherwise have the potential for drama tend to be things that I just take care of now. There's still stuff that will kick my ass in the future, stuff that I know is coming, but does knowing that it's coming make for any less drama?
Life has kind of stabilized. It's not where I would like it to be yet, but it's not in free-fall anymore either. I am making progress, slowly but measurably.
That progress isn't fast enough for some. At times I myself wish it was faster, but I'm also learning new limitations in what I can do, boundaries in the amount of energy that I have to do things, trying to manage myself in the whole process.
It's a lot more work than it looks like on Hometime.