I’m here, but I’m not listening to a word you say
I see your lips moving but I don’t hear you
It’s not personal,
there’s just too much in my head right now
I can’t concentrate on you
even though I’m trying
you are a blur to me
I’m seeing you through a fog
dense and masked
I nod and I smile
sometimes I even respond, but I’m not here
I am thinking
about a hundred different things
I am in another place entirely
and I just wanted to say
I’m sorry for my absence

I’ll be back soon.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PCOS, Poetry, self-care, Writing

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