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.
15-07-YC121

How quickly time seems to have flown since my birthday.  I have hardly had time to sit and write, let alone turn my attention to anything other than my duties.  I miss Constantin terribly.  He seems so busy with his own obligations.  At least, hope that is what keeps him from my side.

Sasha and Ishta have confessed their ridiculous little fling to Mama.  She is being unusually taciturn regarding her true opinion of the matter.  She has made quite the show of being distantly supportive of the affair, though if I truly know my Mother, that is simply a ruse whilst she considers the best way to deal with it.

I have found a little time to venture an opinion on a matter on the Summit  - Proposals Regarding Wrecks and Cargo Containers Containing Living Persons.  I have no doubt my opinion, and my person, shall be attacked or ridiculed.  I am not sure I phrased my comments particularly well, but then I find myself far less eloquent and skilled than once I was, before my Time Away.  I would not be surprised if I was told to keep my thoughts to myself.  I even expected Constantin to send me a message soon telling me that once again I have embarrassed him.

I can feel in the back of my mind that Darkness rising again.  I should focus myself on my duties.  Andromache should be ready for action again by now.

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