When I can write again, I will. It’ll likely be like a damn bursting with my words gushing out.
I’m stressed out and I feel helpless.
I’m taking my meds. I’m in therapy. It’s not enough. I need things to change. I need the actions I’m taking to work. And I need others to understand and help me.
I see a box full of papers that I can go through and throw out what I don’t need. That’s one thing I can control. I will go focus on that. My therapist says, “Less thinking, more doing.”
I got out for a walk today. Here are the pictures:
Take care, my friends.