Not a happy fun post.
Mar. 21st, 2007 10:42 amI'm dead.
None of my characters are talking to me. Not even Alec, and he always talks to me. I can't get any sort of mental togetherness to write. It's like the whatever it is that you need to be insanely creative has just utterly left me. It's scary and quiet in my head. None of the stories that usually are spinning around in my head are there. It's utterly dead.
The spark is gone.
Work and the sudden rug pulling of the apartment appear to have depressed me beyond measure. Work has been getting to me for a while now. I've had two anxiety attacks that have nearly driven me under the desk. And today is feeling like another hiding day. The work environment is really bad.
Our boss is often times unfindable and the staff right underneath him seem to enjoy complaining about him and their work. It makes it really tense in the office because I can over hear people doing this sort of talking like things. It also doesn't help when Harvey is making his personal phone calls at the top of his voice. I just don't want to be here any more. I can't think. I can't write. And I just... don't have the whatever to do. I just sit here like a lump in a chair.
Getting out of bed is increasingly difficult. Going to sleep is as well. It feels like I've lost my center and I'm wobbling off balance. I just want to hide until it all goes away.
I left a message to see my meds shrink and I'm seeing my other shrink on Friday, so hopefully things will get better. But right now...
I'm dead.
None of my characters are talking to me. Not even Alec, and he always talks to me. I can't get any sort of mental togetherness to write. It's like the whatever it is that you need to be insanely creative has just utterly left me. It's scary and quiet in my head. None of the stories that usually are spinning around in my head are there. It's utterly dead.
The spark is gone.
Work and the sudden rug pulling of the apartment appear to have depressed me beyond measure. Work has been getting to me for a while now. I've had two anxiety attacks that have nearly driven me under the desk. And today is feeling like another hiding day. The work environment is really bad.
Our boss is often times unfindable and the staff right underneath him seem to enjoy complaining about him and their work. It makes it really tense in the office because I can over hear people doing this sort of talking like things. It also doesn't help when Harvey is making his personal phone calls at the top of his voice. I just don't want to be here any more. I can't think. I can't write. And I just... don't have the whatever to do. I just sit here like a lump in a chair.
Getting out of bed is increasingly difficult. Going to sleep is as well. It feels like I've lost my center and I'm wobbling off balance. I just want to hide until it all goes away.
I left a message to see my meds shrink and I'm seeing my other shrink on Friday, so hopefully things will get better. But right now...
I'm dead.