Fight-or-flight

I think stress is making me crazy. I’m not depressed right now, I just feel like I might lose it. I just have that feeling. It’s like there is a little me in my head twisting my mind around. And this little me is still me, but separate from me at the same time. I know it that may sound odd. I’m in an odd place. I don’t know.

My cat just ran and smashed into a tower of blocks.

Did I ever write about the time I let my kids finger paint on the wall? I’m looking at it now and it’s making me laugh. I was sitting in my dining room one day and decided that I hated how the walls were white and that HAD to change, and it HAD to change RIGHT AWAY. So within a minute of deciding this I let my daughters go at it.

My mind is very frantic right now. My body is calm, but my mind is like in fight-or-flight mode. Something stupid like that.