“Let the rain wash away the all the pain of yesterday, I
know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes. . . “ {Skylar Grey, Coming
Home}
“Nothing to hold but the memories and frames, oh they remind
me of the battle I face. . . “ {Jasmine Thompson, This Is The Way It Feels}
The 3:30 wake-ups are growing old. The bundle of tantrums in
my mind are exhausting. Seems like my head is like a hurricane, I can hear the
thunder and feel the lightning. My head seriously hurts from anxiety. I’m hyper
vigilant, every noise and sudden movement makes me jump out of my skin. I can’t
concentrate, hours go by that I can’t recall. Yesterday, I went grocery
shopping and I don’t remember. I found myself almost waking up at D’s school,
picking him up, and coming home to find two frozen turkeys on the counter and a
pot of chicken and dumplings on the stove (thank God it wasn’t on). So I guess I
did eat somewhere in all that nonsense. What’s wrong with me? It’s kind of
freaking me out.
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