I'm feeling better lately, but I think this recovery is coming at a sort of cost. Before, I wasn't getting things done because I was burnt out. Now, I'm not getting things done because I'm trying to recover. I've been distracting myself with theology; ironing out my argument, and studying to construct a more complete political theory around Christian Nationalism. I've recently taken some comfort in my old collection of poetry, too. And, for some inexplicable reason, for several days now I've been trapped in the mood for chiptune music *shame*.

I also sent the current revision of the argument to my old interlocutor, Logan, who my nonexistent readers might remember effectively caused me to reject the typical delivery of the presuppositional argument several years ago. I learned from that discussion that a positive argument for God is better than the "impossibility of the contrary", because we're trying to prove a large system, rather than just proving one single point of data. With such a large system, the set of false frameworks to be disproved might as well be infinitely large, but there is only one truth. I think that a system can be shown true or false by comparing it with the qualities which we know truth must have.

I've also reached out to get counseling. All this recent craziness has made me realize that there are a lot of things in my life I've never opened up about, and it would be nice to get it all out; to tell someone in a confidential setting. Maybe I'm just trying to offload any burdens I can find, to make room for the immediate pressure I continue to experience. 

"I have my books and my poetry to protect me."