All I want to do is read a book. Why can't I just do That? No, instead, I have read facebook mindlessly, looking at the screen and not soaking in the words -- but drawn to it repeatedly nonetheless. I have gone to the store -- with a list of two items only to leave with two arms full. I have read a chapter of the book that was assigned to me 6 months ago by my T, stared at the first page of the newly assigned reading, debating about whether or not to start it or the book that I really want to read, and previewed all of my recent purchases in kindle and nook apps -- all before purchasing the book that I set out to read. I have reflected on my day, from major accomplishments to minute details. I have started paragraphs and found myself at the last word wondering how I got there without remembering the road by which I traveled. I came here to vent my frustration, only to be momentarily side-tracked by the list of unread posts-- reading the titles and wondering what was on the mind of online friends. I'm so frustrated. . . I just want to read the book that I set out to read!
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"I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then." ~Lewis Carroll
Bipolar I
PTSD
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