I've been feeling more like myself as of late, (having turned the corner on burnout, fingers crossed) and the more that that holds to be true: the more I'm realizing how fucking terrible of an influence the people around me during basically the worst year of my life had on me. Like, diabolically so. It's as if I'm able to look back at the whole last while with clearer eyes, now that I'm not literally on death's doorstep while dealing with my brother's near death experience and the horrific cavalcade of surgeries and post operational recoveries. Genuinely, if they had not interacted with met all, or not been a part of my life: it would have been exponentially better than what they did, holy fuck. The level of cruelty is unbelievable.
Good to leave that all behind, though it is disjointed and a bit weird sometimes to have so ruthlessly curated and trimmed away at my social circles. Strange, striking out on my own- but it's been a good experience, so far. I've been enjoying socializing with new people- and joined a new hobbyist group that I'm excited for. I'm introverted, so my threshold of social interactions required to feel satisfied is very low: a single conversation can tide me over for quite a while, and I've been actually having that met now that I've been putting myself out there and reaching out. Feels nice. The group I've joined holds structured events, and I've been craving that sort of externalized consistency, so that's great. Changed around some supplementation I've been doing, and I've been feeling more alive, too- that's what happens when you finally get enough iron in you to not have gums the literal color of your skin from their depleted pallor.
Hopefully spring continues to be kind. I've been kind of surprised with myself, really. But it's fantastic that things are going better- even if I know I'll have to reckon with the betrayal and hurt from 2024 in therapy in the Fall.