6 months ago to this day, was my partner's funeral. Fiona had took her own life after fighting depression for most of her life. I generally don't talk about my real life side, but I have been reflecting on the last 6 months after her death. Something that helped me get through a period of post traumtic stress shortly after her death, was occupying my time with Second Life. It was something that helped me communicate with people on an everyday level, even though in real life, somedays I couldn't get out of the house. I threw myself at creating things, it was a prolific time, especially creating 'art' work.
For most people in SL that know me, I only talk a little about my real life. Much of my personality in SL is a mask, a pretense of a normality, so I apologies for the times when I veer and come across as overbearing, indifferent or nonattentive when in the grid. For the small few that know me a little better, thanks for keeping me cheered up.
I know a great number of people in SL deal with much more on their plate, than I. I feel SL when used right can be a great theraputic tool, though it must be tempered right not to become a crutch. It is great that sims like SupportforHealing exist, and I urge all that feel the need to talk or stressed and blue to seek it out.
Anywho, somberness over, and I'll return to my Skywhaling self.