I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks. I have been in a deep, dark place. A place that I normally choose not to visit. I have been to the Isle of Sadness. Took a boat across the Sea of Depression to the Village of Anger. It was a crazy trip.
How can I possibly post when I am the Queen of Sunny Days?
Last night, I arrive home at almost 10pm. I didn’t eat dinner because I was too tired to want to chew food. I fell into bed in my clothes….meandered up around 2am and got out of them, but still…..the overwhelmingness (yes that is a real word) of “stuff” is starting to get to me. I am distancing myself from people. I have nothing to give these days. I feel like I am standing at the bottom of a well, looking up. I can see the light above me, but I can’t figure out a way to climb out and no one is around to throw me a rope.
and YES, I know my well looks like I am being assisted by men in a village in Nairobi, but it was the only well with a rope shot I could find 🙂 Cut me some slack people.
I decided to post during a break in my work schedule because I needed to write it down. Get it out. Release the Krakken! I am tired. Tired girls need love too. Meh.