As I write this I feel tears forming in my eyes. I don’t know what it is from, but they are there. I can’t point to one thing and say “that is it”. There isn’t anything. I feel like I’m floating. Not in a way that is peaceful, but in a way that is numbing.
Maybe I am menopausal. Who knows. I have to keep writing here, because I can’t vocalize any of this. I am not even sure I can write it. On the outside I say it is better. The funk is lifting. There are moments like that and rest assured this is no where as bad as it was. I just wish I knew.
But don’t we all.
Peace and blessings.