Often in the mornings I feel this “anxiety fuzz” that takes a few hours to lift, so I can be productive. Anything demand driven is really hard to do; I can just meander wherever my attention goes until I calm down. It’s the Aspie/autist thing going on. Psychological warfare makes you deny your own wounds; being invisible, it is seen as “wussy” versus kinetic warfare. Being paralysed by overly strong emotions looks a bit pathetic. The gift of perception comes with a curse of trauma.
Have gone from trying to get thru month by month, to day by day, to hour by hour…
been noticing the minute hand on the clock far too much lately.
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