Confessions of Isolation

Hello

My name is Diana, and I am a loner, or I am lonely, it really makes no difference, maybe there is, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Are we not also lonely here?

The past two years caused by many things, we don't need to talk about the details, we already pretend everything is back to normal again. Though what is normal? Normal, as the cliche goes, is just a setting on a washing machine. 

I think of myself as just plain crazy in a normal way, like I know I am mentally unwell with verified labels and others I can just speculate and think I might have, but that is beyond the scope of this blog. 

Being a freelance writer is kinda of a lonely job especially when prior mental and physical health issues seem to get in your way. I try my best to network, build community, make friends, meet with loved ones and so forth– anything or anyone can help though specific details will make or break the level of comfort and intimacy we may go with, not to overshare too much of course. 

Life is funny that way, I know what I have to do yet I seem reluctant to go ahead with any changes that I want. Most of the further details, I'll save for later or keep it between myself, my friends, lovers, and therapists.

I am making the steps to improve my life, but I needed to vent, this will help me feel good to get some release, if it is too personal, well maybe give me more reason and rhyme to write more relevant content. I am at your service as a humble writer, a poetess, and creator of words.