I have spent the last two months drowning in a maelstrom of anxiety and depression. This has interfered with any number of my regular activities. I haven’t been to the gym in so long I’m beginning to fear being harpooned for my blubber when I walk down the street. There are friends I haven’t called in so long they may actually have forgotten my name. I’ve taken a leave of absence from the cheerleading squad. And, worst of all in some ways, I’ve let this blog founder.
A couple weeks ago, I went on a new medication. And the maelstrom is calming down ever so slightly. But the problem is, getting back to my normal life still seems a task far too daunting to be contemplated, much less attempted. I’ve been to the gym a couple times in the last two weeks, and reminded a couple friends of my existence, and here I am posting.
But there are still miles to go before I sleep.