confusedMy first month in PA, I was too sick to focus.
But I'm beginning my recovery.
My emotions have been so raw that I've felt like a top ready to crash. I've desperately wanted to disappear. I've wanted to run back to the waterfront, melt into my headphones, blend into the ballpark stands, and swing right into the clouds. But I've felt grounded. Stuck. While I feel stuck, my mind races, obsesses, and sorts. It seeks escape through structure. Meanwhile, my system is trying to reset. It hasn't gotten very far yet, but I suppose it will take some time. I just hope I'll be able to think clearly again soon.
