You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
27-03-YC121

Oh, how I shall miss the little ones when my shore leave ends. Can it really be so soon as tomorrow that I must return?  I have spent most of today around the medical facility, talking with the survivors and refugees, singing songs and telling stories to the children, and assisting the medical staff where I am able.  Constantin has been very busy in his work, and whilst it is always wonderful to be with him, I must not distract him, as he has so much to do.

The old apartment we have has begun to hold a little domestic atmosphere again.  It is sweet, and there is something about it that calls to me.  I think it calls to Constantin also.  Who knows? Perhaps it is a sign of things to come in the future.  I hope we shall not be parted too soon.  Our duties must come first, of course, but I know we shall miss one another terribly.  How I pray that God shall cause our duties to come together so that we may not be apart quite so much.  Yet I must be thankful for what I do have, and I am so very thankful indeed.

I cannot sit writing all evening, at least not for myself.  I have promise to write letters for some of the people here, that they may send word to loved ones.  It is so pleasant to be of use, to bring some joy to people.  I will also spend some more time with the children.  I barely have the heart to tell them I must leave again, and I know there shall be tears, no doubt not only from the children.  So, I shall try and make the parting a little less painful and have some songs and games with them.  Is it selfish to hope that Constantin may catch a glimpse, and perhaps think to himself that I may, in time, make a worthy mother?  It is selfish, and so weak of me, and yet I cannot help this thought that comes unbidden into my mind.  At least it is much brighter than most unbidden thoughts I have.
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