Although I don’t really say much, the good couple of people who know me best (and I interact with the most lately) know exactly what I’m going through.
It could use a little more articulation, but I don’t really have the mental space to string together words as an attempt to solemnly capture the daily musings parked at the back of my mind.
The subconscious is surely a powerful thing. It keeps me up all night, restless all day. Mornings are worse than the evenings when I can’t seem to catch sleep. And the nights when sleep no longer eludes me, there is always that bitch of a moment that comes at 3 in the morning.
And as much as my potty mouth is blatantly ruining this blog as being a PG-13 page, I do still solemnly pray that peace comes to me sooner than later. I have a promise to move forward and all these moments prevent me from getting there.