…or, else, I wish I could just go to bed and stay there.
I haven’t blogged in a while. I had a nice little momentum going there for a bit. But, lately, even though I’ve had things to say, they’ve been relegated to “can’t be bothered” and “what’s the point?”
Depression. This is the reality of it and the reason for longing so desperately for escape. To be well…yes, that would be great. Just to be better would be marvellous. But, if that’s not going to happen, escape is fine…it’s necessary.
As I forced myself out of bed (due to my obligations), I have forced myself to write this “pointless” post. Because, just maybe, it has a point after all.