There are darker places to be than where I've been for the last year, for the last more than a year.
Darker, worser, angrier, hate-ier,unhappier places.
I am sure of it.
I can't name any off hand right now, but I can't believe I've found the deepest, darkest holes to crawl into.
I'm feeling like I don't exist, like I don't have substance, that I'm just kind of here in a corner kind of waiting and not much mattering, until the door opens and I can step through to the other side and be done with all this mess.
I am tired, my friends...exhausted...worn slap out, squeezed dry, used up, done.
I don't honestly know that I will bounce back. Probably. I mean, I always have. But I think...it will be...a much more difficult bounce.