The tumbleweed rolls, with a right lean, across the ethernet.
Comments normally frequent are hesitant.
Regular and constant companions on the web have disappeared.
With a few strokes of the keyboard, I have alienated myself, and made myself feel bad, for being me.
Blogging is supposed to be an outlet. A vent for emotions and feelings.
I spoke, albeit in general, about my "episodes"; how medication helps me keep a balance; but how, more than anything, a cuddle and a touch of the hand from my other half does the rest.
That is basically all I said. But i've left people embarrassed and unsure what to say to me.
I got to go back to hiding.