I’m going through something right now. It’s something that, eventually, I’m going to write pages and pages about, hoping to make sense of it, deal with it, and give others hope that they can do the same. But right now? I really just want to be curled up in my bed. I want to be reading silly Emily Giffin novels and watching Degrassi all day and obsessively refreshing websites that almost make me feel better.
It’s not good. It’s also not remotely productive, but when I am dealing with this particular sort of crazy, I don’t feel capable of doing much else.
There is a lot I want to say, but I’m waiting for the appropriate time. Maybe a time when I’m slightly less crazy and not an anxious mess. Until then, posts may be fairly scarce, just like they have been the past few weeks. I’m still around, just being quiet.
And crazy. And hopeful that the crazy will stop sooner rather than later. You know.