I had a plan. I was going to get up, get something accomplished, do some writing, work on a paper that is due this weekend, shower, dress, and head to the bookstore just to get the heck out of the house for a little while.
One hour later, I am staring blankly at my computer screen not wanting to do a thing. I don’t want to get out of my pajamas. I can’t think of a single thing to write about, or organize my thoughts enough to start on the next chapter of the book I am working on. I don’t want to read, leave the house, or see another single living soul. What happened?
I wish I knew.
These kinds of things seem to happen to me often. My mood changes direction almost instantaneously with seemingly no reason. I can begin my day feeling positive, and an hour later feel like everything in the world is just shit. Nothing is worth doing, nothing is worth moving for, and nothing is ever going to change or get better.
I can tell myself the permanence of my feelings are not reality–but anytime I seem to get to feeling this way, it feels like it will be FOREVER. It doesn’t matter that I know in a little while, or even by tomorrow morning I will feel better. My brain doesn’t register that in the moment I am in. The feelings I feel seem permanent, un-moving, unchangeable–impossible to overcome.
Impossible makes me feel helpless; helpless makes me feel miserable. I feel unhappy about everything, but can I really trust those feelings?
Maybe I am having such difficulties when these “feelings” hit because I find it difficult to identify my own feelings. I find it difficult to put to words what I feel, and even more difficult to discover what is causing my distress. Many times I mistakenly think that it is my environment, my work, the house, where we live, and a host of other things that I can come up with. But–are these things really the cause for my distress?
Maybe it is a build-up. A cumulative effect of the extremely sensitive days I’ve been having. The days were the rabbit drinking water in the other room are way too loud (through the earplugs) and I must wear a baseball cap or some sort of visor in the house at all times because the overhead lighting is bothering my eyes and giving me headaches.
These days have been constant for about a week now. Am I headed for the depressive meltdown? A depressive shutdown? And if so, how can I stop it?