Reading confession time. I’ve not read a book in two weeks, not significant reading that is. I haven’t found enjoyment in much of anything recently, actually. It isn’t just the loss of Tilla, I think it is more than just her. I don’t want to do anything at all. Not chores, not reading, not much beyond sleeping and watching TV/YouTube. I think I’ve slipped into depression. I will get through it but I’m not feeling motivated to do any of the actual steps to overcome this funk. I’m simply not happy. I feel restless, I feel sad, I get angry and worry too much, I pick fights and unload my bad attitude on others. I feel out of control and I don’t know what to do to get out of this downward spiral I find myself in. I want to be happy, I want to be excited about things again, I want something to look forward to. I want to enjoy life again. I know that I am the only one that can get myself out of this funk and part of that is breaking this unhealthy cycle I find myself in but quite frankly I’m not ready to leave this little dark cave I find myself in. I just want life to continue with no surprises, no changes, no turmoil for a few months. I also hate this time of year. So depressing, everything is dying, its getting colder, chores are on the increase. I just want to hibernate. Maybe I need something new. Maybe I need an amazing new world to explore… Maybe I just need time. Well thanks for letting me vent. I hope to get to reading and reviewing again regularly. If it gets too bad I’ll start limiting my tv and internet time to get back on track.