A Mental Health Break
Out of Office Memo
I can’t do this with you right now
I want to, but really I shouldn’t. I need to disconnect for a minute or several thousand. Hemorrhage in my hands here. Making friends doesn’t come easy. I’ve been ghosted by two this week. When I needed them the most. I seem to be on a blocking spree. I just loved them yesterday. They are dead to me today. There is no in between. The gray is obliterated. I usually dwell inside those shades. Thrive there.
The black and white of a daily self-care routine from scratch. May just satiate this restless itch. The void is bottomless. I’ll never reach it. Start the long climb back up? Without motivation, it’ll be tedious. It must be done.
No one cares as much as I do. No one gives back to me what I give to them. It makes me endlessly sad, with an inconsistent scattering of bright spots that I can no longer trust.
My humor is gone. I need to feel nothing. Reset.
I’m not as okay as I claimed to be in my last piece. Sorry for this pity party. I’ll search for my funny and my light in the black and white. A mix of the two will hopefully give me the shades of meaning back into my life.
Please read Oscar Rhea’s piece on how to be sad, if you find yourself in the same shit soup as…
