Lin
It's raining yet again.
And yet again, I am awake at a ridiculously unsociable hour.
But I'm happy. Despite quite a bit of the hurt I've experienced, I feel once step closer to getting back to my family.
This God is just going to keep marching.
Bin boy's demise has still been on my mind, as has the racism myself and my family have experienced as a result of people like him.
No matter. They'll all get what they deserve.
This rain feels like a blessing from family.
A blessing from home.
I don't remember the last time we had so much rain, but it's long overdue and it makes me happy.
A storm to clean away everything that nopeman did to this place. A blessing, indeed.
Today would have been one of my abusers' birthdays.
Even now, I still remember. It always makes me wonder how much documentation was faked.
I'm currently listening to the subliminal I made to help me get to them.
It make take a while, but I'm sure it'll work.
Weirdly, I feel much less tired now than I have in a while.
I am healing in some way, I'm sure of it.
This whole time I lie on the floor of the nemeton, I feel like crying.
In the best way possible, I can assure you.
I'm excited to get out into society again soon.
I feel like I'm recovering from some form of massive spiritual illness. Maybe when the versions of me merge, it'll all makes sense.
I've been wanting to continue learning Brezhoneg again, but it's easier said than done.
My fatigue has been gradually decreasing, so it's likely that I will be able to again soon enough.
I think I know what the crying is.
It's pride. Pride that I've gotten this far, and that I'm on my way home.
Nyx is lying on my stomach, and Erebus is curled up beside me as I type, when I notice one of the statues on my altar shine brighter than usual.
Danù!
I note that on my altar, two pieces of jewellery are also glowing white. I take a closer look, and they're anklets with a raindrop gem on each one. The first has moldavite, whilst the second has larimar on it.
I'll always be with you, wherever you go.
I haven't heard much from my Irish cousins aside from Sweeney, so this is a nice surprise.
Given that it rained, I probably should have expected it.
Life is unpredictable, dear. No need to be so hard on yourself.
She really is like another aunt at this point.
Honorary aunt. I like that.
I want to give something in return, but I can feel her stopping me.
You've done enough. Rest.
Now the tears are for a different reason.
You got my gifts.
Of course.
I smile.
Trugarez, cousin.