I've thought about just giving myself a little time.

"There's no need to take an official hiatus," I tell myself.

I don't want to do this. Because if I do take a hiatus, then that means my situation really is that bad.

Except last night I had one of the worst nights of my life. Nothing happened. It was quite literally uneventful. Yet, I felt something change. Something was in the wind. Like it was trying to heal me but couldn't get through. I can't explain it any better, but I feel horrible. I felt an unwelcome anger and hopelessness that scares me. My anxiety is caught in a knot, and it's going to take some time to unravel.

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I know I'll continue writing. It's just frustrating because I can never seem to finish anything no matter my love for it.

I can't provide you with a time when I'll start back up because that will only stress my present condition. I want to say days or a few weeks, but I honestly don't know. This month has been devastating for my mental health.

I hope all of you take the time to let yourselves heal. In whatever manner that is. Getting fresh air, taking a break from work, or making time for what you love. Ultimately your mental health is worth more than anything else. If you can't find a safe place or someone to lean on, then that should be your first priority.

Stay well. And thank you for reading. I hope to be back soon. (^-^)