Our adventures in Karavaning have officially beat me to a pulp, I could hardly get up for more than two hours at a time before having to crash again. My body is trying to decide if it wants to seize up or give up while my mind is still running in manic mode. I know I have had times when my depression will affect my thoughts and speech but this time it’s because I’m so exhausted that the function is not there. My Mind is forming all the words and thoughts but it’s coming out in mumbled spats. They don’t even count as sentences.
Why is it when I get time to write I’ve completed forgotten everything that happened during the day. I know some good stuff happened but some reason I can think of it.
My Mind: Bet it will come to you as soon as you post this.
My anxiety was bed today, making me a babbling mess and antisocial.
Wait. Let’s try that again.
My anxiety was bad today.
My Mind: well you did spend most of your day in bed so that first statement wasn’t to off.
Aerosmith sings: My get up an go must have got up and went.
My Mind: Without my permission and without warning. Didn’t even say goodbye. Slacker!
Me: Hello this is Sarah.
Telemarketer: Hi I’m [Name], I have this great opportunity for you. Do you have a moment …
My Mind: You couldn’t handle me right now.
I’m laying on the floor and my dogs are licking my salty exposed skin as I try to rest from being outside working in the heat.
My Mind:*singing* When you’re down and low, lower than the floor, and you feel like you ain’t got a chance …. screw you peter panda.