I Am A Slug in Still Listening to Spirit

I am damn near unwilling to climb out of this deepening dip of depression I am sitting in. I think "Maybe tomorrow I'll _____" (Fill in the blank) and then I sit and vegetate. Really, sleep, that is what I am doing. Sometimes I fall asleep reading but mostly I just sit in my chai r with my feet propped up, cross my arms over my chest, lower my head and go to sleep.

I am comfortable there in sleep. Sometimes for hours, dozing, waking, dozing again. Sometimes just a few minutes and then I am back to watch TV, use the laptop or read a book. Nothing seems to interest me too much. I am in the 'void' something referred to in a book I read early in sobriety.

The Void where nothing much happens, I am not inclined to do anything. It is a state of 'being' rather than doing. Maybe a waiting for the next thing to stir me.

I am not much disturbed by this, more accepting than anything else. Enjoying the dreaming and non-motion.

Not much is 'wrong', but does that mean everything is 'right'?

Well, here's a non-entry for me. Blessed be!