It’s possible that one of the only times I’ve felt in control of my life recently is when writing resignation letters. So, I guess it’s time for another one. It’s time for something to help shock me out of the horrible shell-existence I’ve gotten myself into in the past months. I haven’t felt like Brian, more like a creature that sleeps too much, forces itself to eat and do other tasks and then longs to sleep and escape what seems like a perpetual panic attack. I’m generally a happy guy (just not at this very moment…, sort of lol). I like bugs and jokes and playing outside, making music, going new places, eating different foods and talking to people, taking photos. To have not felt like that recently feels like a sick sense of regression. It’s taken years of mental,…