Yesterday I felt very restless. I didn't do anything or go anywhere. I would do something productive for a little bit, sit there and read and little bit, and sit there and stare into space and feel bored. I felt paranoid, too. About the news. I know that can't stop me from living. It really usually doesn't. Yesterday, I just felt this overwhelming sadness and paranoia. Today, so far, is a better day. I'll be honest, I'm glad I'm going back to work. I only had two days off, but I feel like I really need to go back. I sat outside and drank my coffee and wrote in my journal and listened to the birds.
So here are some pages from an art journal I made in the fall of 2017.
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