Too much, too much, too much
Whatever is wrong with my brain, it is real. I'm not sure whether to label it a sensory processing disorder, or selective mutism, or generalized anxiety disorder. Whatever it is, it is very real.
Somedays I don't blog or use the phone or leave the house because I am simply too overwhelmed to function, at least in any aspect of communication. My mind races and I sometimes need a moment and some space to regroup before I can force myself to overcome an episode of it. It's frustrating when people discount my experiences or find it entertaining to push me to the edge of overwhelm. Secluding myself is sometimes the only immediate solution. Pushing things out of my mind. There's a lot going on in my brain right now. Please have patience with me. I hope to crawl out of it before it gets ugly.
Tomorrow will be a better day. (Right?)