I don’t want to read anything. It’s all just become words on a page, or on a screen, and can only catch my eye for a few moments before all interest flickers away. But I want to be interested. I want to be informed. I want to be enlightened. I want to be refreshed.
I don’t feel like eating anything. Even though my body needs sustenance. I find myself abstaining, but not entirely. I’ve just lost my appetite. Food makes me sick. I make myself sick.
I haven’t written anything. Where did my meaning go? I know that I have to have something left. I am not lost. I am not broken. I will carry on.
Because that’s what you do. That’s what I do. Carrying on is always worth it. There is always something better just around the corner. So even if everything doesn’t seem like it’s going the way I want it to; even if I’m stressed down to my core, I will carry on. I will make it through. Because I always have before.