♛Dear Rae~ despite your “handle,” it appears that you are thinking very sensically; winning your fight against all sorts of mental problems is absolutely cause to celebrate, and makes you more than “pretty okay” in Santa Lestat’s book. *takes your hand and and kisses the back delicately* Be strong, there may yet be trying times, that’s to be expected. This comes from one who still deals with an assortment of inner demons of his own… which attack on a nightly, if not hourly, basis. As you can tell from any of my heartbreaking works of staggering genius. 

These changes you’re making, I do the same when the mood strikes, when it feels a new chapter has begun. I usually resort to interior redecorating, and retail therapy, as things like hair dye rinse away upon the first touch of water… piercings are somewhat irritating and the flesh closes when the metal is removed, tattoos fade away completely during the deathsleep. But I digress…

Santa Lestat hears you, darling Rae… imagine a dance between us, barefoot in the pale moonlight, on a rooftop someplace warm. I’ll bring you a dark red velvet gown to match your new look. It’s not THE Dark Gift, but it is A dark gift *embraces you gently*