The Bloody Doors Off

I am currently in a very good head space. And the rest of me isn’t complaining.

The rain has me in its thrall. After almost 6 years of seeing it from a basement, it’s quite the thing to watch the clouds roll in and open themselves to us. Q107 is on in the background, the dishes are washed, and the boy is in bed, if not yet asleep.

It hits me in waves. Like waking from a dream and realizing I wasn’t sleeping at all. I’m living the life I imagined for myself when I was young, one that a few years ago seemed painfully unattainable.

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Work could be more fruitful; but they did provide me a bit to do today and I have a class to teach next week, and I can take on extra contracts to make up the shortfall (provided they get offered).

I’ve had issues with being happy. It never came easy for me. Even the best days (like my brother’s wedding), I struggled. This was way before I was diagnosed as depressed, which I’m sure played a part. But even after I started taking anti-depressants, I would have good days, but not over a prolonged period.

And yet now.

Yeah.

I’d almost use the word ‘foreign’ to describe it. But it feels natural now.

Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

This is me in 2018.

Happy.