Need Repair ~ Glenn

How I wish I could get away from myself. Even just to have the cause and effect become clear to me. I’m reverberating with anxiety but there is nothing to fear. My affect is flattened hard like a well worn dirt road but I have only reasons for hope and optimism. To feel this bad while my circumstances and life seem so good can only mean that my soul is sick. I’m ill. The thermostat of my mood is out of wack. Heat pumps out of the engine of the mind - smoke pouring out. I can’t get it reset to a healthy range. I need a new part. I need to be taken in for repair. But I drive outta the shop every week or two with the same rattle, the same overheating, the same billowing - broken down on a cloudless day.