Come out come out whoever you are OR my empty closet

My closet is empty at the moment.

 And by closet I mean me- but I'm sure as wise

 as you all are,  that you already picked that up.

I know that I promised some great updates after

my last post - and truly all my intentions were to follow 

through on that, however things just didn't pan out 

that way.

Let me try and give you an idea what happened to all 

of the emotional crap that came tumbling out of my

so called "psyche closet" earlier this week.

For the moment it's all bagged and boxed up with some

temporary shitty -ass labels because I didn't have time for the good ones.

It is neatly- oh so very neatly

(because God forbid things looked messy)

  stacked up along my periphery.

All thanks to my work life and current job atmosphere

(just in case my subtlety was lost on you there)

 Not by choice at I assure you - but your job has a 

 way of doing that to you sometimes.

 (and by sometimes, I mean every fucking moment)

(no really - every fucking work moment from 7:45am-5pm)

Gotta love work sometimes

resentful much?

 But I digress.....

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So I am left looking at all my shit just sitting there and 

and then inwardly feeling just empty.

 

It's an Emptiness on a few levels.

Empty of emotion at the moment (probably the meds)

Empty of the things that once (long ago) gave me happiness

Empty of who I am and for that matter who I was

Empty of the direction I should take on this life journey

But right now - at this moment

I am feeling the most of THIS kind of empty

The childless, barren infertile kind of empty

None of these in my closet.

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