The Pits, Part one

Maybe I’m not managing as well as I thought I was. 
I want to bury my head in a pillow and simultaneously scream and cry. 

I feel like a scene in a movie, you know, where it’s pouring rain and some poor sap is standing in the midst of it cursing the heavens. That’s me. That’s what’s going on in my head.
Writing helps a lot. Getting things on to a screen or paper and out of my head is a saving grace.
I just wish it wasn’t like this. I wish I had a normal functioning brain buuuuut I don’t. So try as I might, coping is my only option.

Anyway. Rough day. But, there are better ones ahead.

So, I leave you with this (not my art, see watermark!)

 Good day friends. 

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