Tonight was my first really big struggle not to slip back into depression. My father is being a real dick to me (for, frankly, no reason) and my mother is being her usual self, slipping back into being controlling and domineering after a little break.
But…I’m pushing through it. I removed myself from the situation and went to the sunroom and just put on the Wonderful Town cast album and lost myself in it for a little while. And I’m going to be okay. I’m still in a good place, even if tonight is a little bit of a fight to stay level.
The spirit of 26 December is living on. And that makes me happy.