It is a new year, a new you. Right. Although, upon further thought, perhaps this is correct. I have lost who I am. Whatever was is gone.
I sit here with the remnants of Christmas dimly lighting the room. I stare at the ceiling. No thoughts buzz and rush through my head in this almost catatonic state. Ears ringing, a quiet turmoil fills my chest and I implode in silence. Tears fall slowly, mimicking the passage of time.