Anna, I had to take a timeout, my initial response was to ignore the “elephant in the room” and run away when I saw Sylvia Plath.
Making fresh, seasonal fruit salad with deeds and grains restored me — my happy, healthy place.
I realized your feelings are your truth, pointe finale.
But I looked at your writings holistically. It might be useful to hear about you from different, removed albeit caring lenses.
Your Google Translate quip and your cognitive strategy and research to do it made me smile. (I always check it.)
Your Medium stats responses — objective, detached, crisp analytical logic told me I wouldn’t want to argue with your Mensa mind! And the energy you mustered to invest in the writer was impressive for such a blah, tangential topic.
Your poem that triggered our discussion that so poignantly captured your current state also demonstrated your elegant craft and imagination.
I had been concerned about your absence, but realized producing high quality you can never be in the quantity/productivity game. And have come to realize that these disappearances seem to be the norm and symptomatic of the community.
From my own experience, I empathize with your impaired state,but took comfort in knowing all of your public gifts remain intact.
Hug, Richard