There’s a big black spider hanging over my door; can’t go anywhere, anymore…” Joanna Newsom, Have One On Me
I won’t be posting a paid post today, or charging your payment methods. The letter that you should have received by now (paid end of December) only just went out a few days ago. The one I should be sending in a week’s time is just being made.
I guess I needed a break, but wouldn’t accept that I needed a break. So I broke, instead. Despite being a die-hard cat person, I became someone whose only pet was a big silent black dog…that nobody else could see.
Depression, to me, has always been something that “happens to other people”, and so I didn’t recognise it, when it padded in on heavy furred feet, and took up residence in my soul.
Luckily, I like to face these things head-on. Kris was a huge help, bearing the brunt of my crazy 3am sobbing sessions, and not pushing me to get out of bed or off the boat when I just couldn’t.
I’m annoyed that it has messed up my schedule, but these things have to be acknowledged, and given room to run.
I believe I am out of the woods. The thing has run itself out of energy, anyway.
But there will have been no letter in January, and the one you’ll be receiving in February is a month overdue. We resume our regularly scheduled program of The Scarlet Letterbox with a paid post at the end of February.
Thank you for understanding.