It is days that are spacious, almost like a void, that I wrestle in.
Restless movement.
Thoughts are complex and never ceasing.
Catatonia would almost seem preferable...but not quite...who am I kidding?
Distractions are all I turn to. The simplest tasks become an excuse to engage in some mindless activity to relieve grinding mechanisms of my mind.
Like taking the chubby little hand of my smallest and gingerly struggling to fit it into the fingers of his glove. He is a superhero on this day. He needs his equipment; more important than any of my needs at this given moment.
Restless movement.
Thoughts are complex and never ceasing.
Catatonia would almost seem preferable...but not quite...who am I kidding?
Distractions are all I turn to. The simplest tasks become an excuse to engage in some mindless activity to relieve grinding mechanisms of my mind.
Like taking the chubby little hand of my smallest and gingerly struggling to fit it into the fingers of his glove. He is a superhero on this day. He needs his equipment; more important than any of my needs at this given moment.