It’s been a hell of a fight the last year as I have battled for treatment and my rights as a person plagued by mental illness.. But I relent and say uncle.
I am tired, nothing left in the tank. I want to be creative but there is very little left with which to operate. You’ve been there too, I know you have. You are sprinting constantly but you are actually in a marathon. Chances of success are limited.
So as I mark the days before I return to work I am just trying too mentally prepare for what is ahead. I guess that’s OK, no creativity needed for now. Just survival.
The Place to be Real 