Spiralling

I’m stuck. Here. Physically. Mentally. I try to leave to make plans to ‘get myself out there’ and what happens? I’m pulled right back in. I write here when I feel the need to, but right now my need is greater than this blog. I’ve got a lot to say and I really need a friend to whom I can feel confident saying it. I don’t need a lecture, or ‘you’re better off’ or advice to do this or that. I need an ear to listen and hear me and a shoulder to lean on. It’s not often I feel low enough to require selfish things. I’m spiralling. I know I am.