Reason to believe.

It's now been my first week of full-time work. Five days front to back to front again, seven to eight hour shifts on-site, like pretty much every working professional out there. I'm thankful it's very much not a bullshit job - it's work with medical records, so I've got some understanding I'm at least tangentially connected to what's occasionally meaningful. The adjustment period's been difficult so far, and while it may get better by the end of December, I've gone out and bought a higher dose of vitamin D supplements to see if that helps keep energy levels up.

Part of the trouble is that I live alone and have independent ambitions outside of work, so there's no one else to do the chores and errands, and it's on me to carve out the time to see to those other goals. It's not that I can't or won't: I can, and I will. The 'real world' has always been a means to an end for me, and most everyone else in the 'real world' doesn't like hearing what I think of it. If I can manage to find out how to make that work, I'll keep at it for as long as I can. But if the means lead to an end to my ends, I know where my heart lives.