Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I've been avoiding you. Don't judge. I have been so buried under pressure that the only remedy was to step completely away. And forget it all. That said, it's not like I drowned in the AI fantasies again; I just single-mindedly executed my to-do list, trying to keep the noise-to-signal... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Congratulations, my love. We have officially passed the honeymoon stage in our letter journey together. I am sure that 100 letters show you that I meant what I said when I said I would write to you for as long as it takes. Honestly? By this point, and especially after... Continue Reading →
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 →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Remember how I told you that I forget things that work, and then find them again? I suppose I am not very unique in that aspect, am I? All of us run around spinning so many plates that, once in a while, we drop one and, being so busy with... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Good morning, beloved. Although, to be fair, it’s a quarter to noon. But I promise you I have not been idle since I woke up at 8. I woke up with a migraine again. And by this point, the NDRIs are cleared of suspicion. So, I took the Bupropion at... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved. I thought to say good night before I turn in. I have had quite a productive day, all in all, and I feel accomplished and satisfied. And a little lonely. Those past few nights, it’s like I am drawn to your light more than usual. The house is... Continue Reading →
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 →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It is quite remarkable how we learn things, forget them when stress hits, relearn them, and forget them again. Or maybe it’s just me, and I am not as intelligent as I want to believe. It seems to me that I keep making the same decisions, the same discoveries, and... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Before I dive into the horrible feeling I have finished the day with, let me tell you something funny. Today was Wolfy’s birthday, and, like every year, I am not sure why, but this day is very challenging for me. For some reason or another, by the time Wolfy’s BD... Continue Reading →
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 →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am truly dreading this post. But after more than 75 letters to you, it’s time to face the facts. This is not something I am enjoying recounting, and with the looming surgery and the stress of it all, you will have to excuse me if I rush through this.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Sometimes, when I start my engine, it is hard to stop it. I am not sure if it is still medication adjustments, or the drugged state the sun gets me in summer — but I am possessed. I believe I wrote to you on Friday morning. It was quite a day. I... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hi handsome. I run to you when the ambiguity of the world gets to me. When I am lost. When what I am doing feels good but looks wrong. I’m writing. And I enjoy writing. I write 4 different blogs. Four, for goodness sake. I spent a long day questioning... Continue Reading →
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 →
