Hello blog!
It’s been a while. Am I gonna start all my posts like this? That would be dreadfully boring.

I’m just gonna post some positives.

I’m four days into a painkiller detox. (My neurologist is convinced some of my headaches/migraines are brought on by my body having got used to all the pills I’ve been taking for years. I’m not sure how it works but it’s a thing. So now I’m detoxing for two weeks.) And so far, so good. I’ve had pain, but I haven’t had a full blown migraine. I remain hopeful.

I started watching The Crown. It’s good. So weird seeing Matt Smith in it. I’m starting to get used to it, but then he’ll make an expression or pose that is so 11.

This year is nearly over. It’s been a pretty bad one. I don’t really believe things magically change because it’s a new year, but it does feel like a chance for new beginnings. A clean slate. Even if that’s not really true, if telling myself that will make me do something good, then that’s good, right?

And it hasn’t been all bad. I finally went back to therapy and found a therapist that I feel comfortable with.

And I survived. Remember to pat yourself on the back for surviving another year.

Love,

The glass half sane

A reflection at our restaurant again

I’m waiting for my lunch at “our” restaurant. It’s my birthday, and I’m wondering if you’ll wish me a happy one. Maybe you will. I saw you three months ago, and you didn’t seem to hate me. Facebook will tell you to do it. It’s silly, but I want to know if you still care at all.

Love,

The glass half sane

Set the dark on fire

Tonight I am rediscovering Turin Brakes and celebrating Jenny Lawson’s good news. And I am reviving my blog. I will try again to write little notes of light here when I can. We won’t let the darkness win.

Love,

The glass half sane

Reclaiming Snow Patrol

I used to love Snow Patrol. The problem is, the person who made me start listening to them, is my ex-girlfriend. And even though I’m over her, there is still pain there. There is pain embedded in Snow Patrol lyrics and in the music. And now, when I’m deeper in depression than I’ve been in years, Snow Patrol lyrics come into my head, and for the first time, I could put their music on without turning it off within seconds, and I could enjoy it. The pain finally turned cathartic.