Since 'last season', I:
- Fractured my left ankle. Again. While breaking my ankle, I also ripped a tendon away from the attach point and am waiting for scheduling of an MRI to figure out exactly how bad the damage seems to be. This was 10 weeks ago and it's still unstable and painful daily.
- Sprained my right ankle. Again. I ended up just sitting down and crying for a while after that one.
- Survived a round of huge layoffs at work. Scope of work has changed drastically, and there is a general sense of jumpiness around the building - we all seem to be waiting for the other shoe to fall.
- Lost a very dear friend to suicide. Depression is a horrible, LYING disease that allows our personal demons to get the best of us. I miss him, every day.
- Had what was probably the best series of time with my Dad that I can remember in my adult life. Kids don't fix things, but having a common interest that is a constant source of amusement is a pretty great equalizer.
- Had my uterus try to kill me, twice. Popular medical opinion seems to be a combination of cysts, early menopause, and possibly the replacement IUD. Two months ago, I landed in the ER, thinking I was having a miscarriage because of the amount of bleeding and pain. GYN appointment next week where we "discuss options". In the meantime, I'm seriously anemic and running on fumes.
- Realized that marriage is hard fucking work. (I knew this already). Hubby and I have been at each other's throats constantly; arguing, resentful, frustrated and just not communicating. There are days where I refuse to give up, because, well, I refuse to give up. And then there are the days where I seriously question what I'm trying to save.
- My son is the most amazing person I've ever met. He's learning new words every day, and has SUCH a personality. It is an honor to be sharing his life.
- I lost my mind a little and had my hair highlighted with pink and purple. Atomic pink and Pimpin' Purple, to be exact.
- I reluctantly agreed to speak on a panel at a "women in games" focused industry event. It went a lot better than I'd anticipated, and I didn't throw up before speaking. Win!
I keep asking myself the same question - "Why do I write? What do I hope to achieve?" and the answer is always the same. I'm lonely. I'm hungry to have a voice that is heard outside of singing the ABC's to my son. I want to have a tribe. I want to have a conversation. But the responsibility for STARTING the conversation falls on me. I've decided to expand the distribution of new post notification to a wider (but controlled) audience. I nominally keep this blog anonymous, as I don't want to turn up on search results talking about things like work, abuse, frustration, or depression.
Thanks for reading, and welcome to the "new season", which is a new commitment for more frequent posts and honest conversations with myself, and hopefully with you, as well.