I’ve stopped writing.
I’ve stopped reading.
I’ve stopped talking.
I’ve stopped commenting.
I look at this blog and think, I have nothing left to say. It’s not writer’s block. It’s something deeper than that. I have entered the darkness at the bottom of depression and it has controlled me for a few months now.
I have lost my ability to think.
I have lost my ability to organize.
I have lost my ability to motivate.
I have lost.
Today I sit and wait for a birthday party to end, so I can pick up Sarah. I think I’ll find the topic, find the words, find my voice.
Yet all I can write is this.
Empty words on an empty screen.
Written out into the void of emptiness.
I want my words back. I want myself back. I want my life back.