Working through it

I just watched an episode of the show Hoarders. Though my mental disorder is not as projected out as hoarding is, I still recognized myself in them when they described what it felt like. I want to get better. I want the cycles that spin me away from the truth of me to stop. I am so blocked from my creativity at this point, that I wonder if I'll ever get it back.

My hope never ceases to amaze me. It's always bobbing along the surface of this emotional sea. My favorite buoy.