The only log I’ve ever made of my moods is what I’ve written on these blogs and shared with the entire world. Exposed my soul, I have. Made myself vulnerable, I did.
I want to disappear. Evaporate.
I see other people and their problems, and I wish to slip into their shoes with their feet and fix them. I could clean up someone else’s act. Make them eat their veggies and lose 100 pounds and bring them from the brink of financial ruin. Get their lives together. Put them in a better place. But I have no desire to fix myself. I’m beyond broken, and I just assume toss out the pieces.
How pathetic I am.
The truth is I don’t have the energy to glue myself back together. I have lost the strength to pull myself out of this hole.