After 13 hours of sleep. I still feel like I could sleep, but I know when I wake up every 40 minutes or so it is time to make myself get up. I have had one cup of coffee and looked at zombie pictures (yuck) and sleepwalking pictures, thinking I could find something to go with this post. Well I didn't, so you just have to read my ramblings as I attempt to wake up. I realize you don't 'have' to read them and I am pleased that you decide to stop in and see if my words are of interest or help today.
OK, enough. The 12 plus hours of sleep. Let me see if I can understand why I still don't wish to be up and about. Is it just the reaction of the alcohol with my medications? Could it be that I know I have SO much to do before vacation? Is it that I am ashamed of my shopping sprees I have taken lately knowing that I am not bringing in any money? Is it because my bowels are unhappy again? Probably all of the above. Yeah, most likely the combination of all these things have me desiring to hide from all. It works for a little while then my bowels wake me up. Ha! (Sorry if that is TMI, to much information) Humor helps me stay grounded. It is health to laugh at our selves. I read somewhere that laughing releases some of the same chemicals in the brain as crying. Most of the time I would rather laugh, yet crying has its place. I actually have a hard time crying. Don't allow myself that release. Might be because of having to be tough for so many years it is still difficult to be sensitive to that point. I am actually more sensitive to other's problems then my own. That is another reason it is difficult to be in public. Sometimes I pick up on energies that people are throwing out of their bodies and they don't even know it. So if I seem to not notice you in the store sometime, it is because I am staying focused on my task so I don't become overwhelmed by other's issues they don't realize they are giving off energy. Oh that was a good ramble!
Coffee is helping, still feel foggy. I really don't like this white screen I have to type this out on. I reread it on the blog because the purple background is so much easier on my eyes and finding mistakes comes much easier. More coffee, will be right back.
Loved up on Leopold, my cat, while I drank my coffee. Leopold decided our fun wasn't done. I am back again after playing with him a bit. I truly believe I would not have survived the past 2 years without my cats to distract me from my mental illness. It is amazing how when we are needed by others that we are capable to help them when we feel like we can't help our selves. As much as I try, I can't think of my self as important as I feel many of my friends are to the world. It has become apparent that many of you read my blog regularly and that is appreciated. So much appreciated that it keeps me coming back to write my thoughts, struggles, and victories here to share with you. If I were doing it just for myself I would not publish them, it does help me to share, even though I seldom have an email or comment, and watching the attendance counter shows you are visiting.
I think I am all talked out for now. Have a Blessed Day. Namaste
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