“What is Voldamert’s purpose in life?”
Forgive me, friends – but these days, it feels next to impossible to string sentences together. I am walking through a hard time – one of the hardest – and sometimes, it’s like a cinder block tied to my ankles, pulling me down, down, down.
I am not dealing gently with myself, as I should. Instead, I am running myself into the ground, demanding a lot, believing harsh words, burning the candle at both ends, and losing sleep. I feel out of control in just about every arena, and, as I told a trusted confidant last night, I don’t know when I’m going to not feel tired. I would give anything for a wide open schedule and absolute silence.
I do really well in absolute silence – but currently, and honestly, most of the time, life is a cacophony.
In the meantime, at least I can laugh at these: