Passing For Normal

Remember how I changed antidepressant meds? And remember how one of the main reasons for this change was because I found it wretchedly hard, all but impossible to write on the previous drug, and I was hoping the new one would be different?

TODAY I WROTE A THING. A FANNISH THING. A FICCISH THING. AND IT WAS EASY AND JOYOUS AND IT FLOWED.

I'm still riding the high -- joy topped with relief and gratitude.

It's for an exchange-y thingy so I can't really say what it is just yet, nor can I share it until the recipient has, you know, received it.

BUT. I wrote fic. And it was pure delight.

Life is SO DAMN GOOD.

And then just to top it off, my friend D, who is visiting me for a week, went with me to a local friend's house for karaoke night. It was ridiculous and none of us were particularly good and we had SO MUCH FUN.

Like I said: It is GOOD, that life thing. It is good to be me today.