If you’ve never had a Bad Brain Day you might want to just keep moving; you won’t relate. If you have, then I feel for you my friend.
I would guess that anyone who has a mental illness or has dealt with mental issues has had one of “those” days when your brain feels like an enemy, maybe your Worst Enemy. Tasks that you know should be basic are anything but, coordination is non-existent, and your native language might as well be Martian.
Shit just Does Not Work. At All. Even a Little.
I’ve been dealing with this for a while now, and so have several of my friends. We’ve been having a lot of nasty rainy weather which doesn’t help. And I think we’re all just tired of the pandemic.
At any rate, yesterday had mostly felt like it was going better. And then I decided to go make dinner after my therapy appointment. And then all hell broke loose.
That ended the day’s streak of healthy eating. This morning when I went to boil water for my matcha smoothie thing I broke the handle on the tea pot. Bye bye adorable black and white enamel tea pot. And then when I went to shake the carton of coconut milk for the matcha smoothie I hadn’t screwed the lid on tight enough and that whole end of the kitchen got a delicate bath of unsweetened coconut milk.
Needless to say, I made it until approximately 1pm today before saying “fuck this shit” and putting on PJs instead of work clothes. In spite of things being rather rough here lately, I’m still alive and kicking. It took until this afternoon but I’ve finally managed to get some things crossed off my lists. I’ve gotten myself a little organized, and that always helps.
Tomorrow is another day.