I know. A lot of (non)talk from me lately. I’m having some problems in my head. Obviously?
I usually write about myself when I’m sick in rather technical terms. I don’t express my emotions. Lately, all I’ve said is that I’ve been “scared” to interact with everyone. That doesn’t mean I can’t communicate at all…
The emotions, feelings. Not just the clinical.
I was thinking today I’d like to try and write something about that. Maybe to give you a better idea? Really write about what I’m feeling. It might make a bit more sense?
I know I can’t do it now. Certainly not in this instant. But somehow part of me feels like a fool’s fool. The court jester wearing only a suit of one single colour with no bells on her hat.
Perhaps it’s time to say more. More than I’m “scared” or I’m “really sick.”
Difficult? Herculean. Atlas shrugged, but then Sisyphus knocked on my door. In his free hand, a battered and beaten, single slipper from Mercury.