My Brain and My Mood are Friends. They Rarely Talk to Me; they Just Talk At Me.

I have this tendency to ignore general life requirements when I’m stressed. When the “high” of the stress comes down, I look at the chaos that I’ve been living with and in and flip the opposite switch and indulge in heavy duty indulgence of life requirements. This is good and bad in that it includes cleaning and social interaction but bad because it includes eating and vegetative hibernation. Its a cycle. I haven’t decided if the cycle creates my swirling anxiety or if my swirling anxiety creates the cycle.

Put on my shoes, my
hat, my coat. Ready for cold.
Not cold anymore.

My Brain and My Mood are Friends. They Rarely Talk to Me; they Just Talk At Me.