Fucking Gross

I'm here thinking about what I can write to my readers to inspire but I'm lost for words, and lost myself.  I'm simple layers in a short stack of despair.  Uninspired, infantile and anxious.  Circumstances are hungry and they've been eating well.  Trying to shuck negativity in family, situations and habits is still loss and I'm grieving.  It's hard for me to resolve that in the end I'm gaining myself.  I'm honestly doing my best for you and me, so please forgive me if I can't find the words.  The inside of my mouth feels like fried okra.