By the time my lovely support worker arrived at nine in the morning I had been awake for twelve hours.
I cannot sleep at the moment - itβs broken dream filled sleep and snatched of time rather than a good eight hours. My mental health is not healthy, I cannot switch off my thoughts and worries. As I meditate I find I am thinking on a loop, round and round the thoughts go. When I am balanced, thoughts slip through my mind like an eel through pond weed but at the moment the pond weed is too dense.
In my artistic desperation I began work on a new piece of art, titled βNexusβ. It is a work in progress, to fill my mind with new thoughts - to keep it away from the darkest places.
Have a lovely day π