Lin
Last night, I had a prolonged panic attack.
Remind me to always take my CBD and Ashwagandha supplements before I even think about drinking coffee.
Funnily enough, it wasn't even because of my mental state. It was just because I had drunken too much coffee.
I need to be more careful with caffeine.
Besides that, the wrestling was entertaining, and my neighbour was ok, so I'm happy about that.
My caseworker said that they were working on an emergency eviction, so I was worried for a minute.
Whilst I am fine, I did have yet another dream that disturbed me. I was speaking to a good friend of mine when they began talking about the banshee, and how often they'd seen it.
Next thing I knew, I was thinking of how many times I'd died, and this white film wraps all over me. I can see hands through the translucent fabric. Then screaming. First this banshee, then mine.
I had to use my electricity powers to stop this spirit from grabbing me and taking me to fuck knows where.
Probably the Gaulish underworld, given that I've already died eight times in this life, but I'm also a God, so that shouldn't have even happened.
I remember having to throw myself into a more awake state to centre myself. Luckily, I haven't been harassed since.
Good.
But it does remind me of how very little I can actually tell anyone about me and my experiences.
It's difficult when the skeleton you're hiding in the closet is your own.
I do have some good news, though. I've been able to write at least two of the plots to my novels, which makes me incredibly happy.
One of them I am particularly excited to write.
I'll probably continue to write out plots today, depending on how ok I feel to do that.
There's a wrestling pay per view that I've been invited to watch, so I'll probably watch that when it airs. Besides that, there isn't much for me to do.
I am worried about money, but that goes without saying.
I'm pretty sure that I can't even buy groceries now.
But I'm talented, and I'm sure that I'll get more money and customers, for both my writing and my Etsy shop.
I'm doing well already.
As I wrap myself up in my throw, I perceive that something has appeared on my altar in the nemeton. I pick it up and realise that it's a medallion with my face on it, as a gorgon.
Yes, I am Medusa. No, I have nothing to apologise for.
I suppose you want an explanation, so here goes.
My mother was originally a Greek God, but she decided to leave Greece to travel. She met my Dad in Gaul, and they got married, having me and my brother. I grew up with my Gaulish name, as opposed to my Greek name, but most people know me as Greek, as I spent a lot of my summers in the Greek Peninsula with my mother's side of the family.
That was where nopeman tried to pretend to be my grandfather and raped me when I refused his advances for the thousandth time.
So Athena, being the good cousin she is, gave me the ability to turn even those who professed to be Gods, whether they were or not, to stone.
Hence the hair for snakes and scaly appearance, as well - a warning sign from her saying "Do not cross."
The medallion must be from her. Oh, there's a note underneath it!
"I'm sure you already remember, but in case you forgot, you are more powerful than you give yourself credit for. You could have everything if you wanted. So take what you want. I believe in you, cousin.
Take care of yourself.
- A"
She's the only person who would send me that. I think of what to exchange it with, and settle for a diamond studded owl brooch.
She'll love that.
I sigh, taking in the walls of the nemeton, my shadow shifting from human to gorgon to demon and back again, swirling on the wall like a typhoon peaking.
I am powerful. I am a God.