I think I'm going to step away from Prosebox for the time being. I don't know for how long that will last. Could be a day. Could be a week. I may not have a timeframe in mind. I just don't know anymore, but what I do know is this.
I know I don't want to be here right now.
This week was particularly draining, in a very emotional way. I was not productive in the slightest at work. My mind and heart were elsewhere, to the point where I experienced a rare and frankly, uncomfortable weeklong bout of anxiety and emotional discomfort. It was far from comfortable and I was hurled well beyond my baseline. I didn't like it.
As it stands, I have zero desire to write. None whatsoever.
I don't have that much of a following here as it is, so I doubt that I'll be missed anyway.
I have not ruled out just leaving Prosebox entirely.
That's how much I don't want to be here right now.
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