Although well-versed in the Land of the Absurd, I am rarely stuck in the Mire of Dismal. But this last week I have been little where else.
My tiny life keeps taking hits that most would shrug off with a scoff. I, however, am laid low by these seeming trivialities.
I feel stupid, inept and maddeningly fragile… and I am NONE of these things.
Of course, my anxiety, panic and OCD are having field days in the funk of the swamp. The result? A wholly unlikable waif I have dared not give pen to – until today.
Mistake or not, I’m back.
I won’t hide from the ugly if you won’t.