Stuck / Loss

Either feeling stuck or experiencing loss of joy; nonetheless, something appears to be missing. It’s been a year since I invested any time in writing; an indication that something is wrong. I have lost the joy to write, to communicate, to talk, to share in any form. Maybe it comes with age; you just become exhausted of things, people, places, events. But, I am searching for some meaning; otherwise, what is the point.

Depression is a sneaky bastard. It exists without the host’s awareness of its existence but like a parasite sucking life out of its host. How easy we fall under its control. How little knowledge we have about the various parasites that slowly kill us.

But, it’s been over a year and I’m paralyzed to make a move. Yet, happiness has fled my coop.

Not sure where the year 2024 has gone. It was filled with many changes, turmoil, reset, confusion, and loss of joy. But, I’m hoping that I’m not the only way dreading life lately.

Gratitude, they say, is a medicine for the unrest. I’m not sure if it’s working. Need a higher dose or stronger drug. Maybe talking and connecting be a better formula to heal.