Unreal

Normally when I go MIA for over a week, it usually means I'm in the hospital. That wasn't the case this time around though. I've just been at a complete loss for words. On the rare occasion when I could think of something to write about, the desire to sit down and generate a post wasn't there.

I've sunk into my own little hole of isolation where I'm not very cognizant of the world around me. Ask me what day it is and chances are I'll give you the wrong answer. Ask me if it's morning, afternoon or night and I'd get that wrong too. I've missed appointments and shown up days early for others. I'm a week ahead of everyone else, yet also a week behind.

I feel unreal, almost inhuman. I often wonder if I'm the only one living in my reality. Wonder if everyone and everything else is just a figment of my imagination. That's how powerful my disconnect from the world feels. It's as if I stopped ceasing to exist sometime over the past two weeks, but somehow I'm still in the midst of it all. I don't know, it's hard to explain. Maybe I was never here to begin with...