Incoherent

When I get sick, my writing and speech cease to make coherent sense. I wrote the two posts below in a psychotic state. They are plagued by point of view errors, unfinished thoughts, and awkward, inappropriate reasoning. My thoughts are like that now more often than not; I hope I've not lost readership from it, although I fear I have. I don't know what to do, and I still find not even a shred of love or understanding. I've given up on justice.