I went for a dip in a pond the other morning. It took me forever to get in, but once I did— it felt glorious. Took me back to the mornings on Otter Lake. I love the stillness. Love the smell. I could have wept with relief.

My mental health has been very bad and I find myself giving up on the idea of ever getting better.

Pockets of joy like this one are rare now. It felt so good.