It would be really easy to blame the no-words on the global crisis, because it feels like we’ve been in Interesting Times for a decade. That’s the simple answer; you can stop there if you’re good with that. Otherwise, let’s immediately get back in to what I do best: OVERSHARING!

y’all. 2024 was a fucking year. It wasn’t all terrible, it was just a lot to deal with: my mother alone accounted for at least 40% of my stress. I turned 50, which makes me reel. I lost 70 (wtfffff) pounds and cut off my hair. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore, which is much less fun when you have to supply your own wardrobe and montage music. Work is hard. It requires almost all of my brain power, and for a very long time there simply wasn’t anything left in the tank at the end of the day. I’m not used to things being hard (this is not a brag: I stick to what I know; I’m too old to feel dumb), so I struggled with the suddenly real possibility of failure and found I did not enjoy it very much at all. Therapy helped, along with a lot of weed.

Basically, I’ve spent the last 4 years inside my own head, and it’s fucking lonely in here. I feel disconnected from everyone and everything, and I don’t know how to fix that. I’m tired of being my own sounding board, though, and frankly I’ve missed the sound of my own mental voice. I need to crawl out of the (admittedly very cozy) rut I’m in, and I’m going to use the only tool I can count on in times of darkness: screaming all my mental issues into the ether, and seeing what comes back.

Seriously, though. I missed writing. So, I’m back, as permanently as anything is.

Hi! I’ve missed you.