Dearest Gentle Reader,

There are times that this author feels unworthy. Sometimes, the simple understanding that it’s residual trauma and anxiety prime is causing these feelings just isn’t enough.

Today is absolutely one of those days. It seems as if nothing is going to plan, and this author is having to scrap for every breath. There are judgements circling and it’s causing a bout of depression.

This author makes a very concentrated active effort to be present. To pay attention while acting in kindness. Yet. There is a dark cloud glooming in the places that are usually sunny.

Being trapped under 4ft of snow for a week didn’t help. The consumption habits of extreme boredom haven’t helped and once again unfavorable demons are tussling their way to the surface.

Feeling this way is so anxiety prime. Spinning in circles. Feeling lonely in a room full of people…

If only the prescribed medications would work. Maybe tomorrow…