Bitten by the Black Dog

I need to shut off for a couple of weeks. Re-focus. Turn off social media. And quite frankly calm the fuck down. Massive gap between praise (quite frankly justified) and criticism (also justified, which is what makes it harder really). Too big a gap for me to swing between. Trying to keep everyone happy. Tonight rationality and perspective got lost. And while I wanted to go out for a walk, shout at the stars, make a feeble attempt to break something with that too-slow-to-heal arm (actually, I want to go out on the bike more than anything at the moment); I shut my eyes for half an hour. I breathed. Wrestled back control.

I'm fine now, world. I'll fill in back blips in a couple of weeks. I'm not going to be idle.