Hooked up the sun lamp thingy (that I scored on craigslist for very little $) next to the bath tub (with the extension cord I got to go with my portable burner to boil water and make hoops with on the go) and soaked in an epsom salt/dogwood flower essence/rose quartz/citrine/cintamani stone bath before noon today.
The sun won't be back out until some time next week, so I'm struggling to keep my frown turned upside down. Baths help a great deal in many areas of my struggles and I finally learned to not wait until the end of a shitty day to treat myself to one.
Then I smudged myself and all my spaces with sage and palo santo, hydrated some more, cried some more, laughed some more, then splashed in some rain puddles.
Then, after all that relaxing and releasing, got the living shit scared out of me and went back to square one of said shitty day. lol It's a vicious cycle within this central nervous system, I tell ya'. Grateful I can laugh at it all, and myself.