I felt morning anxiety. I felt depressed. I felt dissociated. I felt I should revisit the notion of full blown dissociation into a totally different lifestyle, although that could prove to be an imprudent, desperate thought to solve my condition and which no doubt would be fully supported by the mania of energy I can sometimes achieve when the dogs of anxiety/depression leave me alone for 6 months or more.
I feel that a leap of faith is required. But I feel than any leap done may well be premature without a full evaluation of the outcome and what state of condition my condition is in at the time. I just felt a little happy from the mindfulness that typing this out has achieved.
Albeit short-lived and I of course spin the negative truth that it is a sadly, unachievable permanent status of which I kind of used to maintain.
I feel I have blurbed enough and wish it could all go away with a snap of my fingers.