Happy Sunday, dear reader. Welcome back. I inadvertently took some time off for self care. I hadn’t planned it but it was much needed.

Today, I am sitting here with my coffee and a sativa weed pen watching the Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes. It got me thinking about how we are obsessed with the tortured genius figure. Most of the time it’s a man, like Sherlock Holmes, Dr. House, and others based off that theme. I wonder why these figures are revered in media but in person, they would be rejected. I’m sure someone has written a thesis on Sherlock Holmes and all the adaptations. I’d be interested to find it. If I do, I’ll share it here.

I’m finally done with TMS. The tech was so kind that she made a “Last Day of Treatment” sign. What I’ve learned through this whole treatment process is that depression is going to happen, regardless of whatever treatment I’m on. I got really depressed at one point, I even tested out a way to kill myself at one point. I’m not going to get into how but just know that I am better now. So, even though depression will never go away for me, I know that I am strong enough to get through it. I’m so glad to have gone through TMS because it showed my 32 year old ass that I CAN be happy. I am capable.

Hopefully I get back into a rhythm of writing again. l’ve missed talking into the void and not knowing if it will talk back. Take care.