I have lost my safe place and I don't know how to regain it. This is very disturbing to me. I've always been able to lose myself in writing or drawing or painting or reading a good book... but not anymore. I seem to have the attention span of a gnat these days. I can't shut my brain off long enough to enjoy any of the things I've always enjoyed doing; things I've typically found comforting.
I have a list of things that need to be accomplished. I can't get motivated to tackle the list. I need to sort though the boxes in the attic and decide if I'm keeping any of the stuff that resides in those boxes but I can't find the time and when I do have the time, I can't find the energy. I need to start packing. I need to stop stressing so much and learn to let things go. I don't know how and being fussed at for being the way I have always been is not helping the situation any.
I'm taking baby steps. Right now, it's as good as I can manage.