My Mental Health Composition, something it’s never been… never in my past life if you know what I mean, that’s for sure.

Coffee and laptop in the writing booth, looking at one of the Company install ships, remembering my first days here in 2018/2019.

Meeting with the CEO earlier, so kind and real, engaging and relatable.

Note from the Nurse has me alive and on fire, fucking fearless… this Professor Mikey draft, today that is, something unknown to him.

Still need to post entry from yesterday, the tiny rebellion in my thoughts, the one Mike v another, then today, a constant rewrite and who gives a shit what any blathering babbling mold muffin would say in response.

Today, this writer a fighting one.  Not looking for seismology or any tremendous quake, just feeling strong.