I am pretty fucked up. New Zealand had a 2-month-long lockdown in March of 2020, and I’d just come off my antidepressants at the end of February. Since then, my life has been on an amazingly nosedive trajectory, and I have pretty much fallen apart. I haven’t put myself back together, yet. I’m trying. But it’s not this last year. It’s the last 3 years, since I had a back issue that kept me from going to a co-working space. It’s the past 8 years, since I burnt out so hard that I had...
