This morning I woke up after a really bad night and almost wished I was like Alice and had fallen into a hole and woke up somewhere like Wonderland. After all, any place with disappearing cats that smile can’t be all bad right?
I’m doing a lot of going through the motions, and attempting to keep my head filled with so many random thoughts that I don’t have time to think about what really is happening deep within the recesses of my mind. The painful things. I know I need to, but right now I just can’t. I saw that last night. What I am finding out is that when I keep my mind busy like this that it is like taking diet supplements, because I tend to have to remind myself to eat at the proper times when I know I should be eating. I’ve also started back on the elliptical, which has done wonders with the anxiety I’ve been feeling. I just hope that some of this will begin to hurt a little less soon and that I won’t keep asking myself, what if?