Well here I am with my annual “tradition” – posting to you about my survival day. On Easter, no less. I feel like there is some sort of irony there.

So it’s been six years. And these days? What that really means is that it’s been almost six years since the book began. The book which will (hopefully) be finished in the next 4 weeks. Having to read through all these chapters again as I edit, some written all that 6 years ago, it’s a walk down (not always so good) memory lane.

It reminds me of how far I’ve come in some ways, and how far off I am on others. My depression? Still a thing, but not to the extent it was then. That’s a major positive. My mood swings? Basically non-existent in the way that were back then. DEFINITELY a positive. My anxiety? Good gracious, it’s through the roof. Soooooo much worse than it was back then.

I’m more nervous about crowds. I’m more nervous about activities. I’m *terrified* of driving. We’ve tried tweaking my meds but so far no luck.

BUT, my psychiatrist retired suddenly and I needed to find a new doc. I used a service recommended by a friend and have an appointment in a few weeks. I’m hoping a fresh set of eyes and a fresh mind may help resolve things better. Keep your fingers crossed; I know I am.

So some good, some bad, but all very real and “normal” in the life of the neurodivergent.

Shit’s about to get very real with the book. It’s so personal, raw, and vulnerable. I really opened up my brain, broken as it is, and dumped it on some pages. It’ll be interesting (possibly elating, possibly heartbreaking) to see how people react to it.

So six years later, here’s where I am. Grateful I’m still here. Grateful for the book. Worried about the future. And looking forward to even better times.