Dear brain, chill out!
A day in my head... Alarm goes off, roll out of bed, hot shower. I convince myself that it will be a good day, that I am strong, ready to take on the challenges of the day. I put my scrub pants on. vivid reminders of how I had these same type of scrub pants on the day that I had given up. The day that I was admitted to the behavioral hospital. The day I had hurt myself. The day I had to remove my scrub pants because they had a tie string at the waist and that was a danger to my safety. The day I was brought to the locked unit and I had to wear green paper scrubs because I was a mental patient. I was so weak, I am so weak. I need to be strong. I am strong. Am I really doing better? Yes I'm doing better. Oh God, that experience at the mental hospital was a traumatic experience. Jesus. Focus Stacie, its a work day. I need to get ready for work. I look around me. I'm blessed. Truly blessed. How can I feel sad or depressed. I have all of the luxuries in the world. Get a grip, ...