Robotic to Neurotic
A Week in the Rabbit Hole.
My writing pieces over the past week may or may not reflect what I have been going through, but that’s okay. I have enjoyed the challenge of writing to take my crazy brain off the emotional roller coaster of anxiety and depression I have been on.
This morning, started off like most Saturday mornings. I rolled out of bed, made my coffee, and took my hubby a hot chocolate and my strong java back to bed. We talked about our plans for the day and I said I was going to have a shower.
His response was, “Oh you’re going to shower today? You have barely showered all week”. (He said this as a joke)
I bawled my eyes out.
This was my brain telling me that the medication that my doctor had started me on, on Tuesday, was finally working.
That was the first emotions I have felt all week. I didn’t understand what was happening at first. Typically I would have retorted with a flip of the bird, or some other sarcastic remark, because that’s what we do. We joke around.
This morning, however, just that one single joke, derailed me. My mind instantly went back to kids picking on me in elementary school because I was always “dirty”. I felt the sting of the school yard bully laughing at me and making fun of my greasy hair. I felt like…
