I’ve been secluding myself lately, to a degree, especially from the interwebs, as I’ve tried to take a much needed strategic retreat from the woes and angst of the world in an attempt to hold onto the threads of my seemingly diminishing sanity and resolve. Even the simplest tasks seem daunting, from doing laundry to responding to e-mails. If you’ve texted, e-mailed or messaged me in any way and I’ve not responded or have taken a long time to do so, please don’t take it personally or as a sign that I don’t care or am ignoring you. I’m responding when I can, as I have moments of calm and lucidness, which are, currently, few, far between and fleeting , so I do what I can when I can, as I can.
In an attempt to focus, clear my mind, and attain some feeling of control, I have been plowing through a list of house projects, which have built up over the last few months: reorganizing, cleaning, sewing, repairing, shopping, redecorating, etc. Working in my home and on personal projects that require my focus and concentration calms me and helps distract me from the things that are worrying and vexing me.
Unfortunately, my patience and tolerance are at an all-time low and the simplest of perceived slights or inconveniences are escalated in my head to negative reactions of ridiculous proportions, causing me to withhold interaction with other people lest I say and do things I will undoubtedly regret when I eventually regain some semblance of mental and emotional “normalcy", relatively speaking.
I continue to read blogs and hold onto unanswered messages so just be patient…this will pass, eventually. If not, well, I’m sure I’ll eventually be committed, incarcerated, interred, or embalmed, and you’ll all hear or read about it or maybe even be implicated, depending on what they find on my laptop, iPad and iPhone…you’ve been warned.
Struggling to climb back on my Rocker,