The long sleep

I slept for 528 days and didn't care. Couldn't write, lacked the energy to go running. These should've been red flags but, again, I didn't care. Escitalopram did everything it promised, sparing me from the effects of anxiety. I became holiday me. Napped constantly, shut myself off. Had records and drugs and frozen pizza. It was creative and social paralysis. I own up to it. Lessons, left and right. 

Now going through an intense period of reunification. Consolidating the experience and feeling a lot, as though everything cued up in the shadow of the floodgates and waited. So, hello. Glad to be back with you.