Reclaiming Spoons, without grace.

My secret isn’t all that well kept of one, since anyone who has been reading my writing for any amount of time can name it: I have depression, with a side helping of anxiety. For the longest, longest time, I thought it was the other way ‘round. Treatment has given me clarity.

You know what? No.

This was originally going to be a bullet-pointed ‘here’s how things are going at our place’ list, with shrine photos and Corbie photos and nice, relaxing, “this is what I love about life right now.” But instead, it’s going to be rant. An angry rant. A “Jolene should know better than to rant while angry”…