Lexical Gap No. 30: Abbiocco
July 2022 monthly wrap-up
For the first time in a long time, I’m starting to feel…creative.
I’ve been talking about this with my therapist, because while I’m now reaching some semblance of executive function because of meds, this…opening, this crack in my malaise feels both familiar and new at once. It is that incredibly cliche line of letting out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. It’s the feeling of oxygen entering and energizing stale muscles after a good morning stretch. It’s sunshine cutting through a dark room, airing out the mold.
“Is it mania?”
It’s a good question for my therapist to ask, especially for someone like me. But no, having experienced a minor bout of mania back in March, this does not feel like mania. This feels like…a rebalancing. A return, not an overcorrection. I’m in the midst of writing Guardians 2 and for the first time since I drafted Wintersong in 2014, I’m having…fun. It’s been almost a decade since I last had this sort of pure, unfett…