Of course
Last week was dark, every night filled with an intensity of emotion that made any sort of productivity impossible. The days were better, although the emotion was very close to the surface, something that I had thought I'd worked through rearing its head again. I tried so very hard not to let it be anyone else's problem, and that made it worse. This week will be better; I've allowed myself a few of the things I miss, things I thought I didn't have time for, or had convinced myself were bad for me. I feel better, I made reeds, practiced, spent time with people I love and actually slept for the first time in a week. You'd think I would've figured out what was wrong earlier. Ah well.