Here I go again. Down. Dark. Shattered. I wish I knew why this comes over me. I shouldn’t be depressed, not now: We’re going to Gothenburg for the annual book fair (and for a reason so positive that I’m not even allowed to talk about it!); I have a wonderful girlfriend who stands beside me unwavering; I’m going to publish a short story-collection around the turn of the year; work on the childrens book is progressing very well.
Even so: all I feel is tired, disconnected and joyless. I told my doctor it feels like my brain is shattered in a thousand pieces and I simply cannot put them together no matter how hard I try. Nothing interests me anymore. I write nothing, read very little and my sword collection doesn’t energize me like it used to.
Nothing, I say, alright that’s not entirely true. I still like playing a good board-game, or working on my home made cupboard. At least if I’m not too tired, which seems to be my normal state of mind.
I know I’ll be out of this crap sooner or later, but everything seems to be later right now.
Ha KUL i Göteborg, det kommer nog att pigga på dig. Tråkigt ändå att känna sig så ”crappy” ibland, men, som du skriver, det kommer bättre dagar. Se framåt och andas djupt! Pussar till er bägge!
Tack Marie! Vi kommer att göra vårt yttersta i Götet och räknar iskallt med att det blir en av de där bättre dagarna 🙂