I hit rock bottom yesterday. I know because I fell down a few steps to get there.
My sore ass, back and left hip remind me all the time of the less than charming fall when I attempt to walk gracefully in this sort of pain.
Being down, insomnia tickled and teased me while my muse assaulted me.
After using my phone to shed a bit of light into my book, I eventually pulled out my mini torch to scribble away till the wee hours of the morning. Now my eyes are paying the price and my brain refuses to work.
Writing exercises the mind and acts as balm for the soul. It does do that, you know...yoga schmoga.
But being down here, I guess there is no other place to go but up, eh?