Thought Salad

Tag: anxiety

  • Undone

    It’s hiding in plain sightSomethingOn the tip of my tongueWhat am I forgetting?WhatHave I left undone? Is it an assignment..No, that’s not itIs it the housework,Nah, that doesn’t fitSo what is it I’ve shirked? I look at my listAnd my phoneAnd my kidBut it’s not coming throughmaybe…It’s my Id It’s been foreverSince I’ve paid anyAttentionWhenever…

  • No is a complete sentence

  • Lights

    Lights

    In a room with a thousand light bulbs One by one They turn on The light is blinding With its simple glow When only a handful appear Will I survive A full illumination? Am I ready To brave such a clear world? With trembling, tentative steps I stand on the stage And chin held high,…

  • Inner warmth

    Inner warmth

    One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…

  • January 4th

    January 4th

    My week off is almost over and I’m sad to see it go. (If I’m being honest with myself, I did work half of it but it’s such a change it’s feels like an entire week of relaxation.) I cooked, cleaned, snuggled the kids, and throughout it all felt there was so much more I…

  • Anxiety

  • Clairvoyant

    Clairvoyant

    The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…

  • Boxing Day

    The day after Christmas has often been a bit of a let down, but this year our plans kept us ramped up. We were going on our fun family vacation, just because. The kids could hardly wait while we packed, almost equivalently excited as they were the night Santa was on his way After a…

  • Imposter

    Imposter

    Some days you’re flying on the top of the world, other days you’re waiting to be led away in cuffs. What if they knew everything? Would they believe in me more than I do? Or would the opposite be true? Would they look at me, frown, and turn away, wondering how they ever made such…

  • Mixed metaphor Monday

    Mixed metaphor Monday

    The start of another week has come, one week closer to holidays. My children are nearly dancing at breakfast, eager for the upcoming break. Or perhaps it’s the thought of presents which makes them wiggle in their chairs? I’ve chosen to spend the last few weeks of 2019 thinking about the direction I want to…