Nerves = Shot
From yesterday’s journal entry: I feel anxious and don’t know why. I just want to run until my legs give out. But I have nowhere to go.
Jobs to do. Stories to write (and rewrite). Sick cats, a sick dog. Trying to move. A month became six months became a year.
Money going out. Nothing coming in.
To say I’m overwhelmed would be an understatement.
To anyone waiting to hear from me, please accept my apologies. I haven’t forgotten you.
I just have to hold my breath long enough to find the surface.