My anxiety has been off the scale lately, but seems to have calmed down a little, so I'm grateful for that.
I've had to delegate my laundry to someone else. It's worth the money, even though I don't have much to give. Going to the laundromat was quite literally killing me. There are a lot of things my body can't handle in this condition, and it will never not be immensely frustrating, aggravating, stressful and every other synonym for those words out there. Mentally I'm (mostly) normal, and I just wish I could take care of myself. I'll never accept that it's not possible, and I've decided that non-acceptance is ok. It's just the way things are.
I finally visited a beautiful art gallery on Dauphin Island, and met some really nice people. I don't know if I'll ever submit any art for their approval to display, but I look forward to going back again regardless.
I attended a birthday party for a friend, where we had amazing food and played a board game (Pandemic, if you're wondering). I'm becoming a gamer again.
My baby brother Max would have been 21 years old on the 17th. He is greatly missed by all who knew him. He was a sweet baby, and I think the family still feels very robbed by the fact that we lost him to SIDS.
His name can be found on the SIDS.org memorial page (I don't know who put it there, but it's been there for many years).
I'm prepping for NaNoWriMo, and I intend to complete the first draft of The Children of Mossy Hollow. I've told so many people that I'm doing this, I simply must follow through. Accountability will push me to the finish line, surely. I also have several other stories in queue to work on during NaNo in hopes to make it to the expected word count, which is always 50K.
I shut down my Instagram (for now) due to the terrible algorithm. I also closed PayPal, as it was acting weird and I wasn't comfortable with it anymore. I'll pay my bills in other ways. Etsy is also closed indefinitely, and I will eventually remove the button from my website. If anyone has an inquiry about my art and crafts, they're still welcome to email me for a discussion. I am not accepting commissions, however, and I haven't for a long time.
I'm being moved to a smaller apartment, as per HUD. They haven't given me a moving date or exact location yet, but it's supposed to be within this same complex. Fingers crossed that it won't be inundated with cigarette smoke like my current apartment was. It made me very ill, and required intervention by my family, and I can't cope with the thought of going through all of that again.