just in case you're curious...

I'm struggling... in just about everything.  If it wasn't for my understanding husband, I would probably have lost it by now. 

Something isn't right with me.  I have little to no desire to do anything but eat and sleep.  I'm finally at the point where I don't feel like I'm losing my mind, but I'm still not motivated to do much.  Because I have been in such a funk I haven't wanted to write either... which sucks  because writing has become such an outlet for me. 

I am trying, but it's like getting blood out of a turnip.  I get a sentence here or there or maybe a thought or two, but it fades quickly and then I end up frustrated. 

I have made an appointment with a Doctor and will be having some tests done, but that's not until October.  So, I'm just trying to make it through... one hour at a time... one day at a time... one week at a time...  and that's all that I can do.

Just know that I am trying to write and I hate that I am leaving people hanging...