I blogged once. Nine years ago. It feels like a lifetime has elapsed between then and now. So much has changed and so much has remained exactly the same. The changes are jobs worked and left. I married my partner of over a decade. We now have a son. We have moved around Sacramento like a ping pong ball in a competitive table tennis game. He is facing some serious depression/anxiety that has complicated our life for years and prohibited him from seeing what he is capable of achieving. I have days where I feel like I am trying to hold myself and my world together by strength of will. I have moments where I want to flee into my imagination--where I want to create an alternate house for us and a whole different environment for my son. It is half a goal and half an escape from my grim reality. It's what I do--what I've always done--tried to fight my demons by creating a safe place inside my own mind. My writing can help too, but finding time for it has been challenging.