I have been through a weird-sort-of-days. Where did it start or when or what? I am so confused.
I remember telling someone – my mom or dad, or maybe my friend – that I was feeling unwell. That is part of the thing, you forget everything – who said what and when.
I was unwell, noticeably (at least to me), for the past two days. Today I had to work as a barista. Tricky. I told my boss I was feeling unwell, to which he answered that he “always felt great.” Must be so nice to be him. I can’t even imagine such luck.
I actually think it worked out in my favor. I was so psyched-up and the line was rarely less than 20 people. I was BUSY! It kept my nervous attention on something other than myself and my nervous ticks.
I can’t write much now, it is much too difficult. My brain has effervescently left me. I feel like my mind is somewhere in the sky.
I guess the point of this blog is to let you know that it happens – even what you might consider the slightest stressor or even a major stressor – that you can lose your shit.
I’ve lost my shit and I am just hoping to make to my psychiatry appointment on Monday.
Sorry if this blog was disjointed.
I am ill.
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