Hi all Ello all...
I've been in hiding. Again. But this is what people with mental illness who are not busy up to their ears do. We isolate. While we're busy, we're isolating too. It's just a different kind of hiding out.
This morning I bumped the top of my head on the corner of a shelf. Hard. I banged the same spot on my head a couple months ago, just as hard. I had the same awful reaction. The same outcome, too. This time, worse. It still hurts. I'm still dizzy, and am more disconnected from this world than ever before. Why can't I get a head injury that jolts me into reality? Brings me back from the dead?
I screamed. No one heard me. No one came. I felt alone. I feel alone. I always do.
In other peppy news, I've posted two new blog posts, on each blog: my art blog, and my writing blog. Just thought I'd share.