When I wish not write, I come here. To relieve my thoughts.
Being diagnosed with mental illness is hard for me to wrap my head around this. I’m told I will be dealing with this, most likely for the rest of my life. I’ll write more about it and put it in a self-help folder. I have a lot on my mind lately, writing has been difficult, only due to my current environment.
I guess I can try to describe this environment. First, the area I am in, is too small. Not only have I filled this space with my clothes storage. My desk is here also. The area is cramped. Thanks to my illness, I don’t feel like doing much. Just this writing is ‘work’ for me at this moment.
Things could be worse, always. I’m happy to have the space I do have. Difficult to stretch is all. I got some music playing in the background, old school rock and roll. Which I’m soon going to change to some POP.
Back to my memory issue. I was in my hometown area last week. I couldn’t remember the area at all. I’m already forgetting what I was writing about. Memory loss is scary. Figures, this is one of those days, I had a lot on my mind. I couldn’t wait to write, anything. Now I stare at the screen.
It’s no fun getting older, my vision is deteriorating, I still am not used to the glasses. I have to take them everywhere I go. I’m forty-six years old if anyone wondered. I’m single too.
I’m struggling to put words on the screen today. It’s a tough day, out my way. I hope anyone that reads this, has their own special or wonderful day.