I want to write stuff but I am tired and sad, and still in bed at three thirty in the afternoon.

I've been flicking through blogs that I normally read, with Doctor Who and now X-Files running on my iPad. I find TV and radio as a backdrop calming. Ultimately it is not grounding, though.

I need get out of bed, do some errands, maybe some work, to feel safe again.

When I'm depressed, or in my way there, safety becomes practically the only thing I can think about.

I talked to my roommate recently about being grounded in oneself and how we'd both made such great strides. And I have, but it'd be nice to be grounded enough to wake up inexplicably frightened, or sad, or too tired to interact with people.

No comments:

Post a Comment