I keep telling myself I am going to snap out of it. Its a funk. It is a cloud of despair thats choking me… NOT my inability to seemingly accomplish tasks that others do on a daily basis.

I have been told over and over I am strong and determined and resourceful.

I have lived a life that on paper seems like I am rehashing pieces of movies and throwing them through some crazy blender.

I often question these days if my perception of life is not skewed… if maybe I am not living things os different from other people but just I am not handling it as well?

Have I just used up all my will and give?

Am I just hurting the ones I love by staying here?

I don’t know these days