so its been a hot minute since I have had the desire, inspiration or mindset to sit and write, I had a month or so of heavy depression weighing me down, returning to mahi wasn’t helping and everyday was feeling like a battle. My job, sadly, has always been my source of pride and joy and despite, outwardly what seemed to be a great environment, it wasn’t. But not to dwell, I went to my GP and she has put me on Prozac…something i have spend my life trying to avoid…and fuck it, it’s working. Though I must say, it’s aligned with quitting the old job and walking into a new job, so perhaps a combination of circumstance and medication, either way, for the first time in a long time I feel like a weight is off my chest. I am sleeping better, I can get up in the morning, I haven’t needed painkillers for my wrist in 3weeks and I am excited to go to mahi, I am welcomed into the environment, my co workers seem to actually like me. I no longer feel like I am wearin...
Annnnnnd they’re back! I’ve just looked back and realised its been a whole month (give or take a few days) since i have sat down to write. The reason for this is a half assed excuse, since the point was to give me something other than, but I have been back to mahi. Not full time but I have been there 4 days a week, which is massive for me. It feels good, being back in service makes me feel better than I could have expected. Not quite to my full capabilities or actual role, but to be back amongst it has been a relief. I am still struggling with pain and limitations, but just leaving the whare on a regular basis is good for me, and my ātaahua kurī (beautiful dog). I awoke this morning at 3am, from a weirdly euphoric dream, and could not get myself back to sleep. So I rustled my bones and put on an audiobook to finish the chores I have been avoiding. It’s a satisfying start to the day and gives way to do more fun shit without the guilt. ...