I think maybe that I am back.
Not in the satisfactory, "every day a new post" sense. But at least in the weekly updates sense, and maybe even more than that.
What caused this sudden re-emergence? Terrible pet problems. Workplace frustration. MS fears. And always, always, this whispered urge to write. I've buried it deep for four years now, somehow convinced that creativity = raw emotion = depression trigger. That's what your first severe adult bout will do to you; it convinces you that everything you love is responsible for your unhinging.
No more. At least, not if I can help it.
I'm not promising that the writing will be good. After all, it's been a long time since I've actually tried to write anything that wasn't an assignment at work. Still, I know it's in here, waiting patiently for me to remember that it's the fluttering pulse beneath my thickened skin.
Uncap the pen; let's begin again.