Where is your favourite place to be? asks NaBloPoMo today. And my answer is, anywhere but here.
Here is the brainfog that still remains, the cotton wool head, the depression. The questions, the feeling like I'm a little nuts, and the dealings with the medical profession that bruise.
The desire to be far away from the entire world because I am leprous, and they can smell it.
Which is sorta why I've got nothing more to say today. Maybe tomorrow.