I’m sitting here staring at the screen again. My mind is as empty as the screen in front of me. I have notes about what to write. I have images to include. I have old thoughts to build upon, but I can’t right now.
The Madhouse is eerily quiet. Both kids are at friends’ houses. I’m lying in bed with my laptop on and all I really want to do is escape into a movie or more sleep. I don’t want to function. I don’t want to think. And I most certainly don’t want to feel. How’s that for brutal honesty?