I’m tired. A 10 day stretch at work doesn’t do much for the wellness of my mental clarity. I need breaks, bubble baths, couch time, and book life for a sort of reboot into sanity every now and then. Otherwise I tend to stray away into a loopy, laughy, contemplative behavior that usually does nothing but make sleep more difficult and soundness nonexistent. So my schedule has been crazy, and therefore my mind has started a loop of “what-if’s” and “how come’s” and planning and worrying and overthinking and struggling for no good reason. It’s what I do. I really should sleep.
However, I cannot get these thoughts to bail on my brain right now. So, I share.
My past has molded me into the delicate lady I’ve become. The past was bad. If you’ve read some of my other posts, you know that alcoholism laced my 20’s and I’ve maintained clean and soberness for nearly 4 years.