I don't really know what I'm supposed to say. Perhaps that I'm ready to take on the world? That I won't let this beat me? Truth is, I'm pretty terrified. I'm teetering on the edge of sanity, and I'm clutching at straws to pull me back over to safety.
Later on today I'm going to get a big notebook, and start a novel. Even if it is escapism, at least it's productive, right?