Hey Lyra, I guess I'm hanging on.
It's been difficult, the past few weeks.
Yes, it has been a trying few weeks. I feel like the meds have been cutting me off from you; or vice-versa, depending on how you look at it.
Yeah. But your soul is bright; it's just your brain and your body that don't tolerate the meds. I'm still here; protecting you; a golden defender.
See I miss having our conversations. Now it feels forced.
I pace a lot. I can't sit still for very long; or I lie down and close my eyes a lot to pass the time because I'm so fatigued. Blah blah blah.
Where is my creativity?
It's right here; I'm creating by writing... but it all feels so uninspired. Aren't I just whining that I'm on meds? Who cares.
I care. Your friends do too. And you know that. Do things that you enjoy more and you'll be okay. There's nothing wrong with spending some time on the computer blogging when you can.
Yeah, I feel better already. I just wish the apathy and fatigue would go away and that I wasn't so afraid all the time.
Signed,
Kaleidoughscope
