I have been overwhelmed for a while now. I try not to be swept up into anxiety, but it creeps up on me. That leads to mania in my quest to avoid the anxiety which makes everything worse. I stay up too late and find myself staring into space fighting sleep. Eventually I start getting confused in the daytime. This has happened to me over and over so it’s nothing new. This time I truly had trouble seeing the sign in the dark and drove the wrong direction, but didn’t recognize it was wrong until I drove a couple exits. Sometimes I will be driving along and forget where I am going. It’s like my mind is tired of working. I do believe this has helped me understand dementia not just have compassion for it. When your mind just goes blank , and there’s nothing there. Yes, I know what that feels like. I know I talk to much when I am manic. It’s like being outside your own body and watching the car crash, but not being able to stop it. I am okay. Just tired and stressed. Too much , too much, huge stuff all at once. My brain has decided to protest. I still believe God made me this way on purpose! I have greater compassion, and creativity because of it. I just wish I could trust people would try a little harder to understand. Hebrews 4. Got to remember Jesus does.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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