I started off with an amazing sleeper car train trip to Santa Barbara and had probably the best solo vacation of my adult life. I read a bunch, rode an e-bike around, watched the scenery pass by from the train.
After I got back, I didn't give myself proper time to recuperate and just kept going. Which started out fine, but then I burnt myself out training for a new position at work and ultimately caught a case of we're all doomed anxiety that I'm still recovering from
I switched therapists, got a cat (yay Tomato), and reevaluated what made me so happy from February-April. I've given myself a goal of not doomscrolling, letting myself exist in peace instead of finding things to worry about.