Feeling Odd in Book Six: Trying to Hold On 2019

I feel odd. In need of connection, but not wanting to work toward it. For example, there are now weeks of unread bookmarks I have here in Prosebox and yet… I can’t concentrate to read any. I have an hour left before I have to leave work. Then I go to therapy. I leave therapy and go immediately to play practice. Then I return home late tonight. The only conversations I’ll have had are (1) with defendants; (2) my therapist; (3) what the script tells me to say; (4) and if I’m lucky, maybe my wife.

I don’t know. Definitely in an Eeyore mood… where you want to be with people and hang out and be social… but you don’t want to be expected to be cheery and bubbly and super energetic.

I googled “advice for dealing with Rural Loneliness” and the suggestions were:
(1) Get connected. (I have, I’m in a play)
(2) Get a job (I have, that’s why I’m here)
(3) Seek help if needed (I have, I’m in therapy)

That… was the entire article. Granted, it was from ReachOut Australia… but still. It… it certainly is something else to spend your life surrounded by 682,000 people (then go to school surrounded by 942,000) to find yourself in an area of 16,000. It is significantly better than Tiny Town. And I’m not as miserable as I was there… but there is still certainly a feeling of isolation.

Last updated October 09, 2019