Life is still good, it's just my feelings don't reflect the truth. Buggered if I know. I'll contact Piglet soon for her birthday - the first contact in about 3 months. The radio silence, the new church friends, and the recent depression have done the trick. I feel like I've matured enough to talk to her as a grown-up now, expectations removed.
Life is good.
And someday soon I'll feel that. I am very sad and afraid. The world I experience is becoming sicker by the day. Distracting myself is discouragingly temporary. I know my gloom is largely spiritual, so the only way forward is stillness - to rest in God's power and look this fear in the face.