Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello, my love. Move over slightly and let me settle into your lap. I am so tired. I missed you today. Did you miss me? How was your work? How did your day go? I’ll smile softly at you, sniffing you, indulging in the simple sight of you. My day,… Continue Reading →
96. Self-Flagellation
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am anxious. Of course, some of it is because of the missing NDRI day I took the day before yesterday. The system, reintroduced to the drug yesterday, just doesn’t quite know what to do with all that norepinephrine. But I think it is mostly emotional. Granted, taking 600mg of... Continue Reading →
91. Just Before Bed
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I don’t have much to say, except that I miss you so very terribly tonight. I had a good day, you know? I worked for 6 hours. Ate well. Rested. Did my PTSD OT for 3 hours. All on schedule. But here I am, sitting at 21:30, not quite sure... Continue Reading →
89. Blind and Productive
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It’s rather late, but I wanted to give you an update on my day and how things have been going. For the past few days, I have been drowning in my hobbies. I wrote to you about that in my previous letter. Yesterday, I spent most of the day reading... Continue Reading →
81. Turn On
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, My love. How is the summer treating you? I hope you have a chance to taste some sun. I know the constant rain in London isn’t exactly bathing you in opportunities for it, but maybe it’s time you took a little vacation. Somewhere sunny, where the sand is white and... Continue Reading →
78. The Plan
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I feel stupefied, my love. I am at that point where everything is spinning so fast around me that it’s all almost a blur. Don’t get me wrong — I thrive when things reel this fast. But for a person of deeds, when things get this hectic, articulation is almost beyond me.... Continue Reading →
77. Envy
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, There is no easy way to say it, but I felt rotten inside with envy. On Thursday, I think, or maybe the day before, I searched my ex-husband on Amazon, discovering that he had not one — as Drago told me — but 3 books published. I mean, as long as I thought he... Continue Reading →
74. Counting Wins
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It has come to my attention, dear sir, that I am becoming more and more a whining little thing and, let’s be honest, that position does not suit me. I have spent the last few weeks telling you how stressed I am, how I am not sure how I will... Continue Reading →
70. Resurrection
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Sometimes, when you feel that the noise in your head is too loud, that the thoughts, the new discoveries are swirling too fast, you retreat to that private cave of yours and think. Disappearing from the world. I discovered that if I let myself, and then time allows, I do... Continue Reading →
67. Doubt and Hunger
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Isn’t it miraculous how doubt creeps in, in those small spaces between successes? I was completely ready to boast how well I am doing, how creatively I solved some problems, how many hours I sat writing — and then that small, tiny voice hits with devastating accuracy: Is that what you are... Continue Reading →
66. Ladies’ Drama
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved. How was your weekend? Here, Saturday morning was frustrating. I asked the ex to drop the kids off at the worship place at 10:00. Then, I was bombarded with messages from my kids. Stallion said he doesn’t want to go, so he asked to be dropped off at... Continue Reading →
65. Stress Dump
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hey, handsome, how’s it hanging? It’s been quite a wild ride for me, actually. The sharp “I have no money for food, what are we going to do?” Now switched to an even worse type of stress — the 2,000$ of the tax refund, opening a hole in “Ok, what’s absolutely urgent... Continue Reading →
61. Timeline
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved. How is your day unravelling? Today, we will discuss our timeline. Or maybe the timeline of my delusions. I am still not quite sure I am sane with all this “digital note in a bottle” I have launched 60 letters ago. But hey, since when did sanity have... Continue Reading →
60. Emotional Tax
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Good morning, my love. It’s 09:07. The kids went to school. My head is heavy and sluggish, and the price for this week’s marathon starts to be obvious. Yesterday, I also took 3250 mg of Tylenol in total, which explains why I slept well and woke up with my muscles... Continue Reading →
57. Success!
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Amazing news! I finally got my period! 9 days late, and I have disintegrated into tiredness and sluggishness that completely rubbed yesterday of its productivity, but it means that the return to the routine: lightbox, sardines for breakfast, caffeine at the same time in the morning and training made a... Continue Reading →
