Nothing. Picture it. Empty, dark, cold, desolate. This is where I've been living for two months now. Attacks of the "poor me's" and "no one cares." Why? Because I have no contact with the outside world save my doctors.
I was diagnosed with Meniere's Disease three months ago. It blesses the patient with unpredictable bouts of vertigo, dizziness, nausea and ear pain. The only solution I've found is sleep. Tomorrow I see a specialist who will stick a needle through my eardrum and inject steroids in a hope to allieviate this affliction. He tells me it isn't pleasant. Well, neither are the symptoms I'm dealing with.
So you see, I stay home, afraid to drive or even leave -what if I have an attack and have a wreck or fall? I've pushed away what few friends I had because I had to cancel plans so many times. They gave up I guess.
Writing has always been my therapy. I stopped writing a year ago - I was just too busy. So here I am alone in the nothingness. For now.
Don't worry. I will rise from this depression and out of the nothingness. It just takes time.