Wednesday, August 29, 2018
In a rare moment of cautious optimism I had hoped that August would be a much better month for me, and that the personal problems which were plaguing me would somehow be alleviated.
Instead, the problems have multiplied - to the point where I'm hardly functioning and desperately struggling to keep my head above rapidly rising water.
I could start spilling my guts and revealing the reasons for my mysterious on-going misery, but a public blog is less than an ideal place to do it.
Hell, I have trouble attracting readers even on my best days.
Besides, it's not one specific thing - but rather a grim combination of many. Many.
People generally don't want to hear about problems, they don't respond well to negativity, and they aren't receptive to chronic bitching.
For the past few months I've been trying to keep this blog upbeat, attempting to eliminate the negative and accentuate the positive (aren't they the words to a song?) - - - but I'm finally at the point where I can no longer maintain the charade.
I need a break to sort things out and to see if I can find a random life jacket before the Titanic sinks.
Since I have an unwholesome addiction to blogging, I seriously doubt that I'll be gone for long. I just need a little time to catch my breath.......
.....if indeed there's any breath left to catch.......
Don't worry about me - - I have a lifetime of extensive experience at being a survivor in dire situations. My instincts and stamina have never failed me. Yet.