So starts another week.

Am I ready for this week?

No.

Why?

I wish I could put my finger on the reason for it – if there was any reason other than pure exhaustion. Mentally, I’m in a walking coma.

Every once in a while, I feel a little “flutter” in my pulse – not sure what that is. It seems very minor, but it has caught my notice.

My heart feels cold and empty.

The commonality of my existence is robbing me of my creative thinking. That makes me sad. And scared.

As much as I try to shake it off, I’m never really sure that I am completely out of the woods.

I just soldier on.