As the title suggests, this is about what has been going on since I last posted anything or even interacted with anyone on here. I think my last blog was over a year old and my last story was like two years ago at least. I guess to paint a deeper picture on how I ended up where I am now I need to go back to when the Covid Pandemic started.

When that started and everything was locking down, I had basically lost all contact with most colleagues and by this point I was slowly distancing myself from everyone that cared about me. My mental health was at an all time low and I didn’t want to admit it at the time because I was stubborn.

I became homeless in March of 2021 after my landlord passed away suddenly and their family decided to sell the property I was living in. Given the state the housing market was in for awhile, I ended up bouncing from shelters until I finally found an apartment in August. I’m still in that same place today.

During my time on the street I made some poor choices and after all was said and done I barely made it into my new apartment alive.

One of those poor decisions was letting someone get me hooked on drugs(I’m clean now but it wasn’t easy.) and that made my mental health worse and I decided to try and end it in May of 2021.

Not something I’m proud of but I’ve only half recovered since that time in my life. I’ve always been lurking in the shadows on here reading when I could, posting sparingly from things I had written when I had a much different life. I’ve been in counseling for about 6 months now that I have decent insurance coverage.

I think you can consider all my previous story offerings as relics of my past. I don’t think I could bring myself to continue any of it. That being said, I am experimenting with different stories and if I find something that sticks I may have to find an editor.

I hope everyone is doing well.

Lots of love,
Lilly.