wispfox

And my curiosity appears to be back and _staying_ back. This appears to be strongly correlated to how chipper I'm being.

Hopefully soon I can look at my resume and not wince at trying to summarize Tufts (anything, but Tufts is not yet summarized) and at trying to tailor my resume/experience/skills to various possible jobs.

I think this is likely. Also, I want to go to career services to try to get basic help to jump-start this process.

Definitely like remembering that I like people and they are interesting. Yes. It's... been uncomfortably long since that was a truth of mine. I do not like having lost basic truths.

I like people. I'm absurdly curious. I like learning new things/seeing new places/getting to know people.

These are some of the things that are _why_ I'm a functional human being who is able to overcome constant confusion/perplexity to collect additional information and become more able to handle new situations.

I'd lost these things. They are slowly coming back.

I love music, listening to it, singing, being around it. This, too, was lost because everything was too overwhelming to have music in the background. I wonder how much music I missed due purely to being not present enough to notice it.

I'm noticing the beauty around me again. That which contains awe, absurdity, silliness, sweetness, goodness. I'm remembering how much I love people, _that_ I love people, and I'm remembering to say so.

This choice? Yeah. It was the right one. Even knowing how much I was being injured by my grad school program, I didn't _really_ understand how much _not_ myself I'd become. I'm coming back. Slowly, but it _is_. I can offer support again, and not just constantly need support.

It's like I had blinders on. Which, given how depressed I was, I suppose I did. I already knew that depression felt like being suffocated in grey...