Lately I've been quite addle-minded. Scatter-brained. Absent-minded. I mean, more than usual. Don't be giving me that look, I wasn't trying to pull one over on ya.
My focus control frizzled. I have a ton of stuff I want to say, here in the journal, share with my guy, bring up in counseling, and yet when faced with a blank for journal entry, a weekend visit with my guy, a counseling session; blip! my brain runs amuck and scatters in too many directions at once.
it's frustrating. i feel like Doofus Debbie. it's a helpless, hopeless feeling that reminds me of exactly how inept i can be.
at such times, it is hard to remember that i am not always so vacant. it's hard to believe in me at those times, as being lovable and likable and articulate and witty. it's hard to remember that i have more than half a brain.
it's just very....uh....very....it's very.....words fail.