To say I have been in a "funk" would be correct. This semester has been the toughest yet, and I am not just speaking in academic terms. Though school has been particularly intense this semester, this "funk" would come from emotional, mental, spiritual, and even physical distress. There are so many days that I do not even want to get out of bed.
Sometimes, it seems like it would be much easier to lie in bed all day everyday, under my covers, holding Louie tightly in my safe haven of my little twin bed. I know most people are tired of hearing my "pity party"... which is why I have perfected my masks.