God won't let me die.

He's terrified of what might happen when we finally meet.

I was very nearly in a bad car crash, though.

I was taking my car to the mechanic in a nearby town, and as I was driving down a highway, a large silver vehicle blew threw the intersection directly in front of me. He had taken the off-ramp of the intersecting interstate and just plowed through the intersection at top speed. I had to slam on the brakes and jerk the steering wheel as hard as I could to avoid him. I lost control of the car and skidded into the ditch on the side of the road. A witness told me he thought my car was about to flip at one point.

As if that weren't enough, the driver of the offending vehicle just drove off, again at top speed, causing two other cars to bump into each other. Thankfully, it looks like no one was hurt.

I stuck around to give a statement, but since my vehicle didn't actually strike anything, I didn't have to do anything more than that.

It was scary as hell, though. Really, just what I needed to end this week.

My back and knees actually hurt now, because of how tense I got as my car was skidding out of control.

I had plans for today, but no more. Just trying to recover for now.

It's amazing how quickly you can go from "living life" to "barely coping." Which is pretty much were I was BEFORE my brush with death.

Anyway, I'm still here, bitch.

My mental and physical health have improved in leaps and bounds compared to my all-time low a couple years ago. I've been on a good combo of meds for my anxiety and depression for a while now, but I still had a major fatigue problem. Ironically, getting diagnosed with type 2 diabetes may have been the best thing that could have happened to me. Over the last couple months I have radically changed my diet. That combined with my new prescription for semaglutide has led me to lose lots of weight already, with no signs of stopping. My doctor was actually impressed (and noted that it was happening at a healthy speed, so no worries there).

Best of all, I seem to have enough energy to do more than just survive, now. I've been frustrated for a while because my mind was well enough to want to DO things, but my body couldn't keep up. But now I'm actually making plans and following through. Learning stuff, trying new things. They may be simple now, like building an easy model kit and learning to hand-code a website, but I actually have a list of like... 40 different projects I want to take on, organized from simple and quick to complex and lengthy, and I'm moving on through it.

You have no idea how psyched I am to
A. Have interests, and
B. Be able to pursue them

It's like I'm living life, or something. 🤘