doggo

I'm sitting in our office, drinking juice. The dog is asleep in the bedroom, we went on a long walk earlier and he's still pretty pooped. It was nice getting out in the sunshine. I've been cooped up for a while, playing video games and talking to friends online and generally clinging to the main social exchange I have. And feeling bad about wasting time while still having to admit that social connections are important and probably good for my mental health. It's a quite strange combo.

It's been an unusually long time since my last post. Getting a dog turned out to be one of the most difficult things I've ever done and it sparked a period of depression that was worse than it's been in quite long.

But it's slowly stabilising again. I lost a beloved family member and that made it pretty much worse again, but by now I'm starting to feel like a human again.

I'm trying to create good habits and routines but that shit is so hard. Even if I write strict schedules for myself I keep forgetting or losing track of them.



Listening to: Blank Maps by Cold Specs