Body Rhythms

I think there is a circadian rhythm for depression and anxiety.

I have no basis for this, but it makes sense. I wax and wane, between normalcy and autism. I haven't felt like writing lately, or more accurately when I open the window, my brain shuts off and writer's block sets in. I then decide I should be doing something.

Maybe it has to do with stress?

All that should be coming to an end, the housing crisis has been averted, all that remains is to sign. I may have away around the stuff limbo and storage unit too. Professionally I have come to conclusion my work wants to promote me. The extra money, security, and time off will force the stress level even lower.

I will be able to focus on my personal life, visit people I have neglected, and building up my new friendships. I am so looking forward to travel. If all goes as planned, a return to California family and friends should happen in January, a respite from the cold, though in truth I'd prefer October. I just don't see that happening. I don't want a bunch of work friends, but that might be a good start...along with the new roommates. I think I am at the point where I can build my own network, but just need a little push to go find new people.

After all, I am trapped inside my head so much, a push is just what I need.