OrphanimSenior Contributor
No energy. No fun. Summer is over-rated.
Between sweltering heat and being in the midst of changing medications, I've been pretty miserable lately, more than usual, at least. I've never liked summer. Sure, winter sucks in other places where you get snowed in, but here you just get nice, 25 degree days, a healthy mix of rain and sun and cold nights where you can snuggle up in a blanket.
During summer, I get to enjoy closing all the blinds in my house and living like a cave bat to hide from the hot sun and the unbearable humidity. What's even more maddening is that being stuck inside all day should be a good opportunity for me to practice my drawing skills, but I just don't have the energy or the will to do that. I have a lot of artistic friends, or at least acquaintances, that I know over the internet and it really hurts seeing all of the art they're making every few days, while I have nothing to show.
I just want to draw something, anything! I can't summon the energy to do it. It hurts just to think about it. I just sit here all day wasting my time either on the computer or in bed. My meds prevent me from even having a good cry over it. I only have so much damn life in me; I want to express myself, but it's just not happening.