I'm not sure, but I think this is the first holiday I've ever had where I didn't have a personal, ongoing disaster to deal with. Where things weren't directly horrible for me in some way, shape or form.
I've got food. I've got hot chocolate, which has been helping to regulate my mood, I'm not even joking. Caffeine, too. My brain, despite being erratically medicated if at all, is saying "You are okay to feel good for now". And that's not a wavering, up-down sorta thing, it's been like this for most of a week. My body isn't rebelling. Housing is stable. Housemates actually appreciate me. It's bitter cold outside and slightly chilly inside, which is my ideal. I've got survival money for the next two weeks. Things are here-and-now good, as far as that means shit.
Oh, and my primary partner who ghosted the universe in like October is talking to me again. Intermittently, and there's some mending ongoing, but it's happening.
I think that's a first. No bad things that impact me in any immediate way. Simply Being Able To Exist During A National Holiday. Other people do this all the fucking time, somehow. Amazing.
