This post is an oxymoron. I know it is, yet it still exists… or at least I hope it will.
As I have mentioned over the past couple of posts I have hit a major depressive period. It has descended on me like a tonne of lead and has just hung around and not wanted to shift. I have given in and gotten myself referred back to the Community Mental Health Team, laughably its taken a month to get an appointment to be reassessed by someone there… and that is on the fast track system due to my being discharged under 18 months ago.
In the interim period I am left to my own devices. I am left to control my own demons and to try and not go any deeper into the funk that I am already in.
The reason I say that this post is an oxymoron is that I can’t write. I have so many ideas floating in my head. I have started 4 or 5 articlesand they just sit there in a folder on my desktop. I have scraps of ideas sitting in a note book. I have ponderous thoughts running in my head day and night, brilliant start off sentences for articles that have no way of getting past the first paragraph.
What’s the bloody point of opening Word when you won’t even finish the first 200 words?
Just another Brick Wall to pound my head against.