I’m not Myself. I am Not Feeling it. This to Shall Pass.

I am exhausted of my thoughts.

I am exhausted of fearing of the unknown.

I am exhausted of worrying about my employment.

My Anxiety is at an all-time high and has a mind of its own. Even on pills it still likes to pull at my strings.

I am exhausted and question if I will wake up tomorrow alongside Michelle and Bella.

I am tired of waking up every night at a minimum of three times and throwing up stomach acid. That fucken’ burns!

This exhaustion has ripped away my confidence and has left me face flat on a cold soothing floor.

Why am I still here?

What I am contributing anymore? Besides the chin scratches on both Mr. Ralph’s and Ms. Bella’s.

What am I doing here? I have not been able to complete a thought in months without feeling exhausted.

What am I doing here? I am not productive without twelve hours of sleep…..but… that’s my secret.

The thoughts of where do I go next are continuously bombarding me with

– Get to it Asshole – but I just can’t, as my energy has been depleted. Depelted to the point that I just don’t want to do anything more.

When is the last time I wrote a new blog?

When is the last time I recorded a new Vlog?

When is the last time I really did anything?

…… I just can’t anymore.

…… I am frozen and stuck.

The thoughts are no longer disappearing as they have done in the past.

There seem to be more questions than answers. Sigh.

This to shall pass.

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