Well, everyone is doing lists of things with an amusing bent this week. I should be able to do one of those, as a primo list maker with an occasional sense of humor. But I just can't. I can't pull it together right now. I haven't written in weeks; nay, months. I'm doing too much and I'm finally stating to completely fall apart. Apparently I have reached my maximum stress level again, so it's time for my brain to stop functioning properly, time for another little fit that I like to think of a "nervous breakdown" only that sounds a lot more fun and dramatic than my little episodes usually are. I never get carted away to a nice quite home to "rest", I never get given drugs, and I never get bloody wrists or hospital adventures. I don't want to die. Sure, there are a few people I'd like to see have a nasty accident and stop making my life miserable, but really, I know that they aren't the problem. It's all in my skull. I'm not depressed, I'm not sad, I'm just scared and overwhelmed and tired.
Thanks to those who've said they missed my columns. When my shit is a little more together, when it stops exploding out my eyes in rivers of unstoppable tears, when I can have a whole week without a panic attack or hysterical crying, I'll be back.
Thank you for your patience.