I'm stuck.
I just clicked on steemit for a little scroll around and a random uppity, but that is the extent of my...
Whatever it is I do as I draw breath.
As it happened 
Hmm...
He asked the question.
Do you ever feel Overwhelmed to the extent that you're paralyzed?
I believe I do
I am
I have.
I can't figure what to do from here.
It was my body that would not cooperate, that was a conundrum, I most definitely felt a degree of discombobulatedness.
But I remained agile of mind.
But a length of time in such a way.
A protracted length of nothing has a way of seeping in.
The paralysis that was in it's own right a crippling malaise, albeit not a paralysis by definition, but in deed a neuralgia that stole from life, that state has it's way eventually.
It feeds on itself.
I am tired and stuck. All trying leads to further entrenchment.
Yes, I am paralyzed.
My physical health allies and my spirit is frozen in the sorrow of a hoping void of faith.
All images are my own. Once steemit was a place where such things were assumed, that content shared was produced by the individual. But...
It has been 3 years this month that I have maintained this steemit account. I have had times of greater involvement, met many great people. Thank you to those who have enriched my life. Every comment has been so important to me. I live a life of relative isolation. My family come and go and endure a life of limits to accommodate me. Steemit has helped lessen the nothingness and hold the figurative paralysis at bay and also distract from the very real creeping of ailments that have proven difficult to address and less interesting by the months to the medical community.
The greatest assistance and compassion has come from lay people and "virtual" strangers, come friends.
Heres to 3 years of beta mode for me. I hope I am not still working out the kinks in 3 years time, I also hope to still be here, and be able to be so much more than a meat puppet marionette with broken strings.
Thank you