I feel loved and appreciated and cared for.
I get to sing, tabletop roleplay and do yoga - stuff I missed doing for years.
I started believing Ghoula when she tells me 'way to go, you're handling this amazingly!'
I realized that this could have been 2003 all over again, but for now it's not. That's amazing.
I got on anti depressants, which I refused to do for years, and by all that's holy I'm never getting off that stuff ever in my life.
I read about 500% more than I did before.
I lost my guild, which, before, would scare me and break my heart; but suddenly when it happened it's a rather heavy weight of constant worry and frustration off my shoulders, and I joined a guild where I'm not in charge and it feels carefree and nice, and wonderfully distracting. And I wouldn't have dared to do it if bad times didn't happen.
That's enough optimism for one night, right? And I have to go to sleep anyway. I have social life in the morning. That is so. Bloody. Strange.