The words from your mouth The words on the page overheard, re-read because it’s a blur a haze of days running through my fingers and my mind at speeds so great I can’t focus In flashes I catch them in glimpses I see them I try to grasp them as they fly past someday maybe… Continue reading Speed of Light, Speed of Sound
Today’s thought process: I wonder if I have Attention Deficit Disorder. I should look up symp… Was I making toast? Right, you asked for breakfast. Hey kids, want to go to the gardens!? I’m having trouble concentrating on people’s conversations while there are so many things around. I wonder if I have AD… A squirrel!… Continue reading
My thoughts are like puppies in a box. They escape from time to time and run wild. My job is to try to put them back in the box. I can’t squeeze them too tightly but with the right grip I can bring myself and my thoughts back to where they need to be. Puppies… Continue reading More Thinking About Thoughts
As with most things that I do to cope, this latest one started with a quirk of mine. I suppose it’s actually another coping mechanism that spawned another one. I went through a period where it was very hard to fall asleep because I’d start panicking and being bombarded by all sorts of intrusive thoughts.… Continue reading I’m the Author of This Story
I have this fear of my friends getting to know each other. I assume that as soon as they do, they will ditch me and happily enjoy each others’ company far more than they ever did mine. I feel like middle school…like I have nothing to offer someone that’s enough to have them really want… Continue reading Reason #22 Why I Don’t Have Friends
The voice of depression and anxiety are yelling so loudly in my head right now. I scream back trying to drown them out because I have to believe that they are wrong. I worry and I wonder though, who will go hoarse first?
I have the flu. I took the suggested dose of cough suppressant a couple hours ago. This is my first dose of cough medicine in almost 8 years when I got pregnant with my first kid. I feel like I’m high. It’s late and I should sleep but I feel like I could run forever.… Continue reading This is Why I Can’t Do Drugs…