I think I am going to hide today. I feel like doing nothing other than ignoring the world and all responsibilities. I'm fed up with trying to live this duality of saying;
"Life is good, and I feel like shit!"
"I need help but please treat me like a normal human being!"
"I look okay but I'm not, but I am!"
I'd love to go into my studio and lock the door behind me. I'd love to be painting but my body has been giving me an emphatic, NO, about doing anything at all. It hurts to sit here, it hurts to lay in bed. My body and I aren't seeing eye to eye anymore.
If you need me I can be found curled up in a ball in the corner of my studio, clutching my paint brushes.