Something happened when we moved into the new house and all of the sudden, I lost my blogging mojo. I’ve spend a fair amount of time performing some self-analysis of the situation, and I’ve come up with a whole battery of semi-valid reasons that I haven’t written on here. I’m not going to list them, though, because they all just read like excuses and everyone hates excuses. The standard “no news is good news” rule doesn’t seem to apply to blogging — especially not when you announce the return of your sometimes-crippling depression, and then drop off the face of the earth. I recognize that my timing has been poor, so I’ll try to resolve some of the grey areas that have been left standing with an update-post. Perhaps that will get the blog rolling again.

I’m seeing a therapist on a weekly basis. I was very blessed/lucky to find someone that was a good fit for me right off the bat this time, as opposed to the disastrous results I got last time I looked for a therapist. She’s young and hip, and we spend a good amount of time in our sessions laughing, which is exactly the way that I like to deal with things. If I can’t at least laugh about something, it makes it impossible for me to talk about the really hard things.

And there are some really hard things. This therapist has helped me dig around in my mess of a brain long enough to find a few things that were really bothering me, even though I couldn’t put a finger on them before I started seeing her. In short, she’s done what therapists are supposed to do. So, that’s great news. I’m getting medically sorted and I’m getting therapized on the regular, so, wins all around.

Zack and I are still loving the new house. I of course have big plans for furniture and decorations for every room. It took me about a month of living here before I realized that all of the furniture and decorating wasn’t going to happen immediately, that, in fact, it was going to be a very slow, laborious process. After that I chilled out a little bit, and started to really soak up the glory of being in this stage. It’s a fun stage. Instead of spending my time flipping through real estate websites, I’m back to looking at magazines and imagining the perfect craft room set-up.

I started working out at a new CrossFit gym that’s right here by the house. In short, it’s pretty much kicking my ass. I did my second workout there today. I’m exhausted even though it wasn’t even a miserable day — we were just doing skill work. Learning how to do kipping pull-ups and double-unders. I am very proud to say that I can do pull-ups with the kipping. I might be less proud tomorrow, however, if the way my arms and chest feel is any precursor to how sore I’m going to be. I hyper-extended my elbows about 23 billion times as I was coming out of the pull-ups (apparently you have to be strong to do a pull-up AND to STOP doing a pull-up, too). That should make working tomorrow a total delight.

But anyway, y’all: fear not about the state of me and my mental health. I am improving, undoubtedly. And I am coming back to you. I promise, I haven’t quit blogging. It was more like a leave of absence, and I’ve missed it the whole time I’ve been gone. Thanks for checking up on me every once in a while, though. It was nice to be missed.