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So for the last couple of days, I've been dealing a specific symptom of my depression - a lack of spoons.
I have felt like I was swimming in tar exhausted just getting the minimum done.
I'm starting to come out of it, but huggles appreciated.
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/Cue music/
"Oh, some SpoonSful of Huggles makes the tar-pit back down,
Some SpoonSful of Huggles makes the tar-pit back down,
The tar-pit back down-wown,
The tar-pit back down.
Just some SpoonSful of Huggles makes the tar-pit back down,
In a most delightful way ... "
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Source: https://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/m/marypoppinslyri...
I was =so= wrong & Special Delivery
I was gonna post a little write-up on how I collect all my Huggles, so many that I have to dump them into the Aether before they leak out my eyes ...
But then this ...
When I made and posted my Kiva.org loan number 1,400 to a Pharmacist in Uganda, I commented: "This might be the best thing I do all day."
I was =so= wrong ...
I went shopping. My cart/trolly was nose to nose with a second cart. And the toddler in the other cart was putting a plastic bag over her head ...
From a foot or two away away, I said (to the Mom): "Mama, No.", (maybe more sharply than I meant to to), and pointed.
So, here you go. Special delivery of one brand-new, freshly 'minted' NASA.gov Crew-Rated grade Huggle.
Sounds a little like me
I can relate. These days, it seems like getting up the executive function to do anything takes forever, and I sometimes stop and my mind is elsewhere for a while, until I come to with a start. I have to break any task up into itsy-bitsy pieces, and tackle them one at a time. Not sure if it's biological or some consequence of my C-PTSD. I can no longer force myself to do things, or at least only rarely. And doing so takes a lot out of me -- if I do too many things (like this past weekend), I feel wiped out, and if I somehow force myself, then I feel sick for a few days.
(Maybe it's my subconscious saying I need a vacation from reality....)
Hugs help ...
Oh, and hugs do help. They don't give me any more executive function, but they make me feel a little better about my inablities. (Like someone loves me anyway.)
you are very much loved
sending you a fleet of huggles
A problem I have is ...
... there are just =so many= things in my life that need doing/ought to be done that I can easily go into a kind of overload. I see at least ten to-do's without moving my butt from my computer chair ... Everything from "water the plants" to "find a good home for Mom's arts and crafts books ... now that she's been dead for a decade+."
And being in "overload" very easily stalls me out into inaction ... or into yet another game of computer solitaire ...
(I forgot all places where I stole this suggestion.)
Keep a notepad handy, and whenever yet another thing pops up - =write it down.=
Our brains can handle only about seven things at once,( plus or minus two, and fewer things if we are stressed.)
Paper is very good at remembering things.
Once our brains are less cluttered, we can more easily pick the next thing to do. Maybe we can only do part of it. But the paper will remember, until we can check it off. Or vigorously scribble the item into unreadability :O :)
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Catch you later. I've got some thirsty plants ...