I am too much and not enough in my head.
Too much: I am pinned in my chair, un-able and un-willing to do what is minimally necessary to take care of my life, much less anything beyond that.
Too little: I have lost my concentration somewhere in a cascade of anxiety and passivity, un-able and un-willing to think myself past my self.
No, this isn’t a crisis—or if it is, it’s a low-grade one.
Anyway, the reason I bring this up is to note that this is happening, and to write that I won’t be writing much about this. I have to get some things straight with myself, and straightening is, frankly, boring for anyone other than the person undergoing the untwisting.
I remember when I was in the depths/throes/clutches/appropriatelyalarmingsynonymhere of my depression—I wrote and wrote and wrote about it, and little else competed with it. Once I got past the worst of it, however—once I was no longer nailed to Hamlet’s post—I gradually lost interest in noting every last blip in my emotion.
I’m not criticizing my past self—such self-monitoring was, in its own way, necessary; nor do I consider the loss of interest lamentable, as I am no longer so oppressed by my moods. The point, really, is that a record of the grind really only matters while one is being ground: after that, well, it was enough to be able to walk away.
That I’m a little ground down now is worth noting, but every damned detail of what I do to haul myself out, not so much.
I like writing this blog, and will continue to do so, but that this has become a place where I sort some things out doesn’t mean this is the appropriate forum in which to sort everything out.
But once it’s sorted? Oh, hell, I’ll jabber away.
AbsurdBeats 
sorry to hear that yer struggling a bit, i know the feeling all too well and so also know that you should honor yer feelings/understanding of what you need to do and not do to work this thru.
if at some point you feel the need for some feedback give a holler or an email.
You can look at it that way, or look at it this way: it’s your own damn blog, what do you care if you bore your audience? Unless, of course, you’re currently being paid to produce incredibly interesting blogging material (which you do on a regular basis), in which case I’d like to know how you finagled that deal.
Good luck with what you have to deal with, and hope you feel better soon!
Good luck, my internet friend — and if it’s any sort of comfort, the way in which you write about not writing is marvelous, all by itself. I throw my arms around your bright-red right angles, and give you an internet hug.
Thank you, all of you.
I’ll be all right—just need to perform some mental chiropracty, not major surgery.