My head is filled with so many thoughts but none are coming out like I want them to. I am not a sophisticated poet, I don’t have the grammar skills of a refined writer, I am not well versed in the finer points of writing blog posts and right now I just feel like I’m not good enough to write despite desperately wanting to.
So much has gone through my head the last few weeks, months and especially days. I;m tired. Quite honestly, exhausted. My depression has been exponentially bad recently and I purged the other day for the first time in a month and a half so my body isn’t responding quite as discreetly as it used to– or rather, I’m not as numb to the reaction as I used to be.
So for now, I’ll sleep. I’ll try and figure out what to say, how to say it and to get through yet another day with my good friend ED tagging along.