It's a good idea but really, I just wasn't thinking clearly. By the time I posted that it was late, I was tired and upset, and I should have had the good sense to get up and walk away.

But I think what was really getting to me was just that I couldn't escape my mood. All my usual distraction techniques weren't working. What I really wanted was peace and I couldn't find it. That I couldn't write was a focus only because it's my usual source of calm.

I'm still a bit raw today but I'm better than last night. I'm a little embarrassed by my post but that's the sort of angst filled, overtly maudlin digression I'm prone to when I'm depressed. It's how every bad poem I've ever written got composed.

Thanks for the kind thoughts and support, both of you.

Cyran0