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For some time now, I've neglected a lot of things; one of them being this blog. There have been many reasons---a complete computer crash, my migraines, but mostly, it's work related. My doctor suggested to me once that I have PTSD, but I denied it. That's the generic assessment for people like myself. I no longer function as I once did. I'm not sleeping more then an hour or two a day, and by "day" I mean that very thing. I don't sleep at night. I've lost all contact with anybody I once knew. It's hard to write when the only thing one feels is an overwhelming
sense of profound failure and anxiety. Somewhere along the
line I got so good at turning my feelings off that the switch won't come back on. It serves me well at work to have a poker face, but it doesn't translate beyond the Bleak House. Some people get Botox---some of us are just frozen.
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I feel guilt for not seeing people and keeping in contact, but I can't. There are days when merely getting dressed and showing up for work takes all that I have. I wasn't always like this. Maybe one day I'll write about the cause. In the meantime, I need practice.
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