a letter

dear amer,

i know how you are because i am you. so, let’s talk about it.

this is week two of me being in a bad head space. it started last week, before the winter storm hit. and i thought once i got home and slept in my own bed, that would cure me.

i thought a day off would cure me.

i thought working with Pat would cure me.

so, nothing right now is working or curing me or anything.

what’s a witch to do?

i know i need to take a shower, and this will be one of deep cleaning, with the scrubbing and extra conditioner.

and then some wine and tv.

and tomorrow, on my day off, is a day full of running errands.

no rest for the wicked.

lay my weary head to rest.

don't you cry no more…