Intermission

I was going to call it a “hiatus”, but I’m so fed up of hearing that term used by bickering rock bands.

Anyway, due to my anxiety and depression sadly getting the better of me, I and my doctor agreed it’d be a good idea for me to go back on antidepressants (after a year-long break from them). The initial side effects of taking such medication again, along with the new-ish headspace they’ll put me in, means I’m grabbing hold of only cultural stuff that’s familiar to me for comfort, so I’m not experiencing anything worth writing about.

So, yeah, you might not see any new posts for awhile. I’m even about to go up a dose, so that should further affect me for a while. But, hey, who knows! My mental state, on a good day, is as changeable as British weather. That’s why we bitch about it so much.

Never fear, I’m still pottering about and eagerly ready to pounce on any opportunities to write. It’s just that the will, inspiration, motivation, and courage to do so is rather lacking right now.  At least the meds are reducing the length of my harmful drinking binges, which has been very noticeable.

I dunno, there’s a chance I’ll delete this post tomorrow and get cracking on some new articles, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it.

Drama, drama, drama!

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!