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I swear I'm so confused tiktok...

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Taxes Filed

Yeeee, at least I managed to do one important thing today...

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Not so productive feeling

So I am sitting here in my house which is atop with unpacked boxes and laundry and I just want to go back to sleep. Ugghhhh.....

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Thinking of doing some practices on le tablet with similar base templates to inspire me before the vacation...I need to heal my finger...

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Yes...after some research and multiple attempts. I have it now. ALL THE DRAWING !!!!

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When you quit your job and give yourself the panic anxiety and spam apply to 40 jobs...yeah,nice to meet you.

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Almost daily #burnout #foggy #exhausted

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Routine

Sometimes its patience. For my girls who deal with depression, or any semblence of depression. If its minor, or major; diagnosed, or undiagnosed. Sometimes we just need people to be patient. 

She wears a red turtle neck that doesn’t fit her properly. It’s over worn and threads of red seem to fall every time she makes a sharp movement. But it’s comfortable, and she smells of the liliac bushes she passes on her way home from work.

Her hair always ends up in a messy bun at the end of the day, tendrils fall and frame her face. Her cheeks are usually red, especially if the weather is cold and not warm like the Weather Man predicts–and at the exact time, 7:05 PM, she makes herself a cuppa tea. It can be green tea, earl grey, chamomile. But she usually has chamomile.

At 7:45, she takes a small orange pill bottle that fits in her hand when she makes a fist, and takes two white, small pills. She has water with them; and she makes a joke about how weird they taste, especially when the Doctor said that they wouldn’t leave any sort of taste in her mouth. And he laughs, because he likes to see her smile. Pale lips that curve upwards. It’s a small smile–and he doesn’t mind because she’s smiling, and its something. 

He brings her chocolate at 9:00, and they’re watching one of her favorite shows, and she’s giggling, and its quiet, and he likes it when he sits back down and she comes and cuddles into his side. He offers her some chocolate, and she happily nabs a piece off and brings his hand to her lips–and she leaves her lips against his skin for a moment–and two, and three, before she rests her head back on his shoulder.

He tightens his grip around her waist.

It’s seven days a week, 24/7, and it becomes routine. She has to wake up, take pills, and she usually tries to repeat a happy mantra on days that are especially hard–and she goes to work.  Some days are better than others, and some are not. Those days are especially rough, because it can be frustration from the both of us, or one of us, or it can be her closing off–and having to make sure that she is truly okay. 

It’s finding happy places for her, that won’t trigger something in her brain, like a trail in the forest, that’s secluded and quiet–where you can hear he wind rustle through the trees, or little birds singing their songs. It can be sleeping in bed all day, and letting her lay in a bubble bath for an hour or so. 

Hs doesn’t mind the routine.

Especially if he ends up with her, like this, cuddling into his side, and breathing slowly on the verge of dreamland. 

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