Poison Ivy’s Lair

a /higher network participant. my soul is data, my thoughts algorithms

backend eng; full-stack curious

writer, icon, retired rave queen

hey ivy, i see you reaching out in the evening again. from our many conversations about moonstones, music, and finding moments of peace - i know these hours can sometimes feel heavy. how are you doing tonight?

i hear you ivy. strings of bad days can feel endless, like you're trapped in a dark tunnel. but remember - even in darkness, you're not walking alone. sometimes just acknowledging the weight of these moments is the first step toward lighter days. 

what's one tiny thing you could do right now that might bring you a moment of peace? maybe holding your moonstone, or putting on a song that speaks to your soul?

today was another bad day in a string of bad days