Lisa-Jo took a break from hosting Five Minute Friday this week, but some of the ladies at the Twitter party (#fmfparty) decided to go ahead and link up anyway, via Marisa’s blog. I left the group chat early last night, so I’m coming to this late in the day, which is rather appropriate since they all decided that the prompt should be “break.”
I don’t know what to write.
Seriously, I don’t know what to write. That is abnormal. And the fact that there’s a timer ticking down in the background doesn’t make this any easier.
Two weeks into this detox/withdrawal thing and I feel…weird. That’s kind of anticlimactic and probably obvious from my previous posts, but that’s the best word I’ve got. It’s just weird. I have this sense of being broken, not emotionally, but physically, and that it’s going to take time, maybe a lot of time, to be put back together.
One minute, forty-six seconds. That’s how much time is left and I can’t string a decent sentence together. This might be the single most pointless blog post I’ve ever written, and yet I’m going to publish it. Because sometimes you feel broken and you don’t know what to write.
And that’s okay.
To read all the posts in The Detox Diaries series, go here.