A satisfactory life? It might trigger.

My Linn wonders when I began to put warnings at the top, as though I am a child learning a new skill. I think the better question is when did I begin to think of my prose as anything. Either way, this post may not be suited to those who are as glass right now.

Just now things are unfamiliar and wild. I find myself at loose ends. I am suspending the rites and rituals among us. It is not as before; this daily life has its own pattern of delights and sorrows. I do not know where I fit. I am a'Lilit, priestess of the death cult. This new life is a series of traditions that are not mine which I observe. It is a strange crossing: I remember the old and taste the new. It feels as though the sun rises in the west. Do I bask in the sun and let things grow where they take root?

I feel it is a betrayal to my first lover. Likely he curses me from the grave. Perhaps all this is only a new wrinkle in my tale. I do not know who I am of late. The sharpness of this pain is choking. I am truly of two minds on this, in the proverbial sense as much as others.

Yours,
Magdella

It is good to see you again Magdella.

I know your life has changed a lot lately. What about your life right now is making you feel like this? Is it the new routine? The changes themselves? Maybe if you were a bit more specific I could be of more help (if you're comfortable).

I am here for you my friend. Just reach out if there's anything I can do and as always, our house is open to you.

How are you now? I'm thinking of you.