No pity please, we all go here sometimes but I do need to vent.
Note to readers: Leave now, come back tomorrow I’ll be my usual optimistic self again.
There is no need to go through the nitty, details that piled up to the point I find myself here. How does one gets out of this emotional cesspool of self-pity fueling guilt, feeding a lack of creativity? The best move I could make is to realize that the sun will rise, the day will dawn with new possibilities and I will still be here. No amount of food, alcohol or other stimulants will change that. Pistachios be damned. I am calling this a day, doing the right thing and checking out.
My mind feels like fried green tomatoes.