Gwendolyn

Thanks to those underhanded Russians, I am in the processed of importing and then deleting my old livejournal account. It was an enormous blast from the past to read through years old entries; nostalgia was strong and bittersweet.

It did remind me though of how cathartic it could be to put your thoughts all out there and scream into the void. So instead of just archiving old posts here and then going all 'farewell and adieu', I might try my hand at journalling again. However, if there's anything I've learned over these past few years of managing life with depression, it's not to make promises that I don't know for sure I can keep. Which is most of them. I pretty much try not to make any promises these days, either to myself or others. It's a great way to avoid disappointing people and then feeling huge amounts of crushing guilt.