Hello, everyone.
When I started this website, the intention was to use poetry to soothe my pain.
Having said that, its not working anymore. The full-body pain (a result of my scrambled neural pathways) is constant now, and it is a struggle to get out of bed. Sometimes lifting my head to look at the time is too much. Most of the time I feel like I'm underwater, or like my head's full of jelly. I can barely walk anymore. It's honestly become so bad that I often question what quality of life I should expect going forward, and I've got to be honest: it scares the hell out of me.
I owe people things, and will deliver them. I realize some of you have been waiting for a long time for me to get myself together, and I'm sorry about that. I really am doing my best -- but with a permanent debilitating illness, a full-time job (which I fear losing, if I can't work) and insomnia to the point of suicidal ideation, something has to be sacrificed, and while I do love poetry, it doesn't contribute to my well-being. That doesn't mean I won't write more, though; only that right now the muse is away, I suppose. I'm still here, but I don't have nearly the energy or the inspiration I did before. I don't know what that means in terms of future work, but I do know I have debts to pay off, so that's going to be my focus for now. Patience, please. I'll be back.
- Jack.
Final Note: 'My Juliet' is still coming, as are all of the other projects I've finished. I'm not disappearing, just taking a breather. - J.
