I’ve been trying to write.
I’ve been trying to think.
Trying to sleep.
Trying to eat…
I’ve been trying, so hard to function.
∗I tried so hard and got so far… ∗
The combination of poor physical and mental health has not been kind to me recently.
My posts have been slacking and probably will be for the foreseeable future.
Just getting through the day is a struggle for me right now.
Dragging myself out of bed every morning as akin to running a marathon- not that I’ve ever ran one… The sight of food is making me sick and sleep is slipping through my fingers.
I haven’t even started my next segmented story yet, trying to concentrate enough to read a page let alone write one takes tremendous energy that I just don’t have right now.
I feel like I should apologise or something, for what, I’m not quite sure…
I’m not conceited enough to think my lack of writing is letting anyone down/ disappointing anyone.
I guess, I just feel like I’m not ‘enough’.
It’s almost too tempting to give in to this feeling, slink back to the pit of depression where dreams go to die…
But! I shall carry on trying, try, try, try…
For now, I’m going back to bed, It’s the only thing I can do.