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.
22-03-YC122

I informed Aldrith that Adams had released his body to my care.  He did not seem entirely concerned by it, essentially telling me I could do as I wished.  I have had it given Final Rites - what would I do without Father Mikhail - and interred.

I logged onto The Summit for the first time in a long time.  Constantin's assistant, Roman, was on.  He is most certainly a forthright man, if rather lacking in decorum. He spoke of Constantin driving himself hard again.  I cannot deny I felt a pang of concern.  I remember how harsh he was with himself last year, pushing himself to the point of sickness and collapse.  No doubt his Trib   Melisma will look after him this time, but I would rather not hear of him becoming ill.  I asked Roman to pass on my regards.  I do not think he quite understands the delicacy of the situation, given he was quite outspoken in his opinion about carrying messages, but I trust he will at least say some in his own way.

Today has been a quiet day, unusually.  I have felt somewhat light-headed all day.  It is probably nothing, or at least nothing a drink of Esfand shall not assist in curing.
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