Grieving is a thing

Spent yesterday in the confines of that indolent sadness that leaves you unable to perform the simplest of tasks. You can get annoyed at yourself all you want, but the minute you try to lift a finger, you just... can't. This morning felt about the same, but I had to work. And yep, work is always good when you need your head pulled out of your ass.

Then I came home and talked to my partners and FUCK I am lucky, ok. I just spent the last three days feeling dumb for putting my faith in someone and they reminded me they were with me and supportive the whole way. Sometimes I need to remember to look in the right places to restore my faith in humanity.