Words’ End

My ability to be articulate (comprehensible and to the point) is heavily dependent on my physical state at the moment. Specifically, whether I’ve gotten enough sleep.

It’s disheartening and makes me lose entire days in sadness and feelings of inadequacy. That these feelings are irrational, and that generally making a fool of myself is never an entirely bad thing – learning experiences and all that – doesn’t make any difference. Any.

Some days are just sad. I wish these waves weren’t so all-consuming. Yes, thank you, I’d love some cheese with that whine.