This has got to be a joke, seriously. I mean, I am like a rowboat in the middle of an ocean without oars stuck in a euroclydon. I am sitting here with a deteriorating sense of myself and the world around me, increasingly lost in this space I occupy.
Several times I thought that things were improving but I was deceived. Now what? Now where? Now how?
My mind is like a computer that needs a defragmentation. Trying to pull information together is an increasingly arduous task. If you think being off work is like some sort of vacation, let me tell you, this is no vacation. Its turmoil in my mind circling like a tornado picking up and dropping debris at random.
Nothing makes sense. Nothing.
The Place to be Real 