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.
23-07-YC121

I had hoped that surprising My Darling Kostya with a comm would bring a smile to his beautiful face, but he looked so tired, as though his duties weigh heavily upon him again.  I pray I am not a burden to him.  He says such worrying things about how he causes me pain and he fails me.  Nothing could be further from the truth!  His Love for me, and mine for him, is what keeps me strong.  If anything, I am failing you, Moya Zvezda.  You are leading fleets again the hated invaders, showing such bravery and courage, whilst I am dealing with such minor trivialities here in Nafrivik.  I should run to be with you there, facing the dangers with you!

I know the loss of crews will hurt him so deeply also.  Such a good, kind, pure soul as his should not be facing these trials.  Yet, I know that soul is strong enough to come through just as pure and kind, unscathed by the horrors that would twist with darkness a weaker, lesser spirit.  Like mine.

Oh, Moy Lyubovnik, I promise I shall come to you soon, and do all I can to lift your spirits.  If you will only still have me, I swear before God and The Eternal Empress, I shall make you feel as happy, contented, and loved as anyone ever did.  The same way you make me feel.

I Love You, Constantin Baracca, with all my Heart and Soul. I always shall! All that I have, all that I am, is Yours!
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