Hope for the best, prepare for the worst has always been my mantra.

Oh, I'm fully aware we're now under a fascist regime, and I'm taking actions that I don't post about and I'm familiar with security precautions. I'm doing what I can to protect my family and community.

So, what's your point? Why did you feel the need to comment on an art post with a pretty standard anarchist manifesto?

I agree that things need to change, the vulnerable need to be protected. I'm doing what I can, in my own way, to do that. Yes, I'm working within the existing system because that's what we have right now.

Well, hell...🤷‍♀️

I was born in the US, it's my home and yes, it has many flaws. So I'm doing what I can to change things and the fascists don't get to have our national flag.

Ukraine was illegally invaded by Russia. Ukraine has every right to defend themselves. Russia can end the war at any time by leaving.

Having woods to go for a walk in, wildlife to see, also helps a lot.

I am grudgingly admitting to myself that yes, I do still have depression, in addition to the PTSD.

Annexing the dining room for a studio has been one of my better decisions. Gives me some space that's not isolated from the rest of the house.

It is, and I wish it was normal worry, but at least I know that PTSD lies about how bad shit actually is, and that's what the meds are for.

My autistic ass also hates it when what I know and what I feel are at odds with each other.

So, I do art. 🤷‍♀️

Morgaine knows where she needs to be today. She makes a really good heating pad, even has a massage feature. 🥰🥹

Tilly ate dinner, has been rehydrating just fine on her own, she just had a tummy ache she needed to sleep off. She never had any labored breathing, abdominal tenderness, anything other than wanting to be left alone to sleep.

*deep breath*

Now you know why I paint the brightest, sparkliest shit.

Since I'm trauma dumping on main at zero-dark-thirty, fuck PTSD for making me second guessing my ability to do triage, then making me feel like the scum of the earth for not wanting to getting out in the cold rain with an ear infection and rheumatoid arthritis acting up.

It's happened before and she's been fine after whatever the fuck she ate, probably out of the compost heap 🤮, passed through her system. She's also seeing the doc later this morning, but she's acting 100% normal now.

And since she wasn't dying, my brain didn't kick into emergency mode.

Fuck PTSD