I've been plugged back into purpose.

I went to bed early and slept well. I got up at the crack of dawn instead of dreading the day and rolling over to go back to sleep before eventually dragging myself up and wasting the whole day just trying to survive it mentally and emotionally. Then I took some hens out of the freezer for tonight's dinner, made some coffee and wrote over 1100 words of pure, delicious story. All before 10 AM! Then I wondered what I was supposed to do with myself for the rest of the day and the depression threatened to tug me back in. But no need for that, right? I'm reclaiming what's mine now. Perhaps I will eat something more substantial than the watermelon I munched on for breakfast and then I'll listen to an audiobook while I clean the kitchen? Maybe I'll start there and see what else develops.