Writer's Block: Sadness & Too Much Empty Time

Writer's Block: Sadness & Too Much Empty Time


i used to feel i could always work myself through it... no matter what. That sense of blind glee, unrealistic optimism lasted until June 05. Everything then stopped abruptly in the way it feels when someone runs into the back of your car and you're driving it at high speeds. It's not because i didn't want to, but my mind was lost, all a daze, existing in a nonlucid state. And this bit of hell persisted for almost the whole of that cycle, reaching out to June 06...

Medication is shit. But when you legally have to be on something for a damn migraine condition because of a couple seizures in 02 or you can't drive, you take the meds. Whereas the meds penetrate deep, mess with your biology, cuts into your gray matter, ruining everything. Then you cut those drugs, finding something less restrictive, wandering in the ruins of a former self, hoping it will eventually resolve.

Now i'm back to wordings, to carrying myself across in sentence.

To not be capable is one of the worse things i can imagine. Someday, i'll move it into a story & take away some of the lingering fear. Once bitten, you worry about another such tragic chomp...

None of it is as easy as these words try to explain. You don't know which drugs are causing the troubles, if the cigarettes you'd quite were part of the mess, nor what direction to go in.

It all takes sadness & too much empty time...

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