Still Here.

I really think that a disciplined approach to eating and exercise would help me to kick the metaphorical ass of this ever-increasing anxiety I'm experiencing.  It's gotten so bad that I am considering therapy, and if you knew how much I loathe talking about what goes on in the sub-basement of my psyche, you'd know how truly unhinged I am feeling these days.  Desperate times call for desperate measures.

The good news?  My appetite disappeared weeks ago and left no forwarding address.  I am hoping it finds happiness and true love somewhere far, far away and forgets about ever coming home.

Am going to do a water fast tomorrow and Thursday as a way to sort of vacuum the dust bunnies out of my brain.  

Simplicity.  Order.  Calm.