Here we go again. Another attack. I really didn’t expect this to happen. Usually, an attack I have a slump. A down. I guess that’s what happens when your brain is telling your body your being chased by something that wants to eat you. After my attack yesterday, I was exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Today, I …
Hiding in the bathroom at work. That’s what this is. All because my brain doesn’t work right. That’s not right. My brain works right for someone who has been through repeated, prolonged abuse and trauma. In that light, my brain did exactly what it is supposed to do. It’s frustrating for me. When this happens …
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 