Confronting the monsters sleeping in my bed

I stared at the dozen drafts rotting like a dead skunk in my "bearblog" folder. It's been awhile hasn't it? 2024 was four months ago. Everyday has been an episode of "getting my shit together," a seemingly neverending cycle of constantly slipping through the cracks, watching yourself fall off despite having immediate control of the joystick. Some sort of perpetual lucid dreaming while you're…