Much to Say, Nothing Left to Say It With.

I suffer from an anxiety disorder, and when that disorder is not in control, it spills over to dysthymia or depression.   This week, the headlines have me torn between grief and rage, with much bitter laughter in between.  My fingernails are firmly dug into the soil to keep despair at bay, and there is no energy left after that battle to select and polish the correct words to create blog posts or fiction worth reading.

I hope to be back next week.  I hope the world will allow me, and all of us, the surcease necessary to marshal our forces and take right action.

Blessings and empathy for you all, gentle readers.

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