Right. So I'm sitting on my bed, having just hung up the phone with a friend to say I'm not going to go out after all, and it hits me (finally). I'm not doing so well. I don't want to say I'm depressed, because I take that term seriously, but I'm at least mildly so. I went to bed at 10pm every night this week and still couldn't get out of bed on time at 7:30 or 8. I'm irritable about anything and everything at work, and increasingly apathetic about things I usually care about. I've slept next to my guitar for a week, and not touched it other than to reach over and pluck E - A back and forth while my mind drifts off into thought. Meanwhile, I continue to withdraw into my shrinking world, hoping that the deeper I retreat, the closer I'll get to an answer.
I hope I make it to Ireland without sinking further, I think it's exactly what I need!
I've pretty much decided I want to go back to Africa. 2 weeks, 2 months, 2 years, who knows - but by the end of this year, I need to set foot back in the one place that seems to inject life into me.
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