I don’t feel like I’m in my right mind today. I’ve taken my meds. I drank my tea. I did the things I have to do to appear functional. I don’t know if it’s the gloomy winter weather or something else. But I’d rather be hiding in my bird room. That’s my sanctuary. It’s like my personal hospital room where I can listen to music and listen to my birds chirping and heal. It may sound bizarre to you reading this. I’m beyond needing anyone’s approval. Need everything to slow down. Even more.