I do know that it’s just how it feels but it is very difficult to feel that things haven’t just spiralled completely down the drain since November. My pattern finding brain is trying to find links that just aren’t there. Crashing the car has causality to my state of mind but seeing really horrible things is just wrong place, wrong time and there’s no pattern there. I work in the north-west but there’s not link, I just happened to be there.
I want to just hole up at home and never leave and wrap myself in blankets until the whole world stops.
There’s never anytime to heal, it’s always about just patching over the cracks and hoping. I’m looking for patterns where there are none and at the very least I’ve come up with two ideas for books where the protagonist gets cursed.
