Passing For Normal

Perhaps that's not the best choice of subject line, since I think that song is about drinking? Ah, well.

A couple of you lovely people who know me really well have noticed that I went missing for a while and checked in to see how I'm doing, with the reflection that with me, silence is nearly always bad. Which... yes. As usual.

Toward the latter part of last month I was about to post a light therapy update. Though it was still early days, I had noticed that since I'd started using the SAD light, I was laughing out loud more often, and generally finding things funnier. Those are both good indicators that it was (and is) working.

( But then I got knocked down. )

But I get up again. One of the things I appreciate most about myself is that even though my brain chemistry is wired for depression, my fundamental nature is cheerful, upbeat, and optimistic. And it does keep reasserting itself, helping pull me back up onto my feet when life knocks me off them.

( Good things have been happening even through the shitstorm. )

And as a side benefit, during the not!flu episode when I was too sick to read or watch any new-too-me media, ( I started a comfort re-listen of the Vorkosigan audiobooks. )

Fannish joys: Though I was derailed from podficcing for a while by the health crap, I'm now back into it and regaining my momentum. It's deeply rewarding to be able to participate in fandom and contribute something creatively. That's actually pretty huge. And on the anticipatory side of things, ride_4ever is planning a visit here in September. OMG fangirl face time! *happy dance* \o/

And in non-fannish joys: ( Yesterday I spent the morning watching a Cattle Sorting competition at the local fairgrounds. )

So... yeah. The downs have been pretty fierce. But life goes on, and I get up again. :-)