Piling On

I told someone tonight that lately I feel toxic. Like I'm poisonous and infectious.

I'm tired of toxic.

I'm tired of the fact that none of the things that usually work to get rid of this feeling are working lately.

It's piling on. And I'm not quite sure what to do about it anymore.

I'm going to write. On paper.

And then I'm going to try to sleep.

I'll start again tomorrow.