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.
14-09-YC121

Another stupid loss.  More proof of my own useless arrogance.  I thought a simple data site would be an easy task for me, but it seems I cannot even do the very tasks I trained at the Academy to do.  Admittedly, I have not seen Sansha cruisers at a site before, especally four of them, but I should have fled as soon as they appeared on my tactical display, not pushed my non-existent luck trying to retrieve a few items, giving them time to lock and warp scramble me.  To lose Tesipyle, my Anathema, to such an idiotic, amateur mistake!  How can I ever be any sort of assest to PIE, or even to the Empire, when I cannot even think clearly enough to perform such a basic duty?  They shall be ashamed of me when I report it, as I must do.  Why anyone would want me present in fleet operations, I do not know.  Why anyone would want me at all, I do not know.

I will have a glass of Esfand to calm my nerves.  A shame it cannot erase memories.
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