Greetings and good morning, Internet!
Today is a foggy day in my head. Why? I couldn’t tell you. I like to think I could blame it on dream dust I’m still shaking off; my dreams were many layers of thick overlap, and that always leaves me feeling a bit drowsy. But it’s probably other factors too, like meds, like the weather, like hay fever, like… who knows what. It’s been growing in my mind the last couple of days, but like the mist before the dawn, it fades after some time (some days). It’s not an ideal mode of functioning, but at least it’s not as bad as the screw that was my endometrosis before my daughter. THAT started every day with trying to not vomit for the better/worse part of two hours; what’s a little fog compared to non-stop gagging?
For those who aren’t familiar with brain fog – be happy, ha ha. The concept is pretty much as it says on the tin – there is fog, but inside your own skull. Where you would have trouble seeing down the road and navigating through a thick fog, it’s much the same in the brain department. Your ability to cognate around and through is severely hampered and slowed. It is easy to get lost while trying to figure out your own pattern of thoughts, to watch them fragment and shatter before your very ‘eyes’. It’s frustrating, and can easily feed into anxiety and depression. Thankfully, today is the day of the week I’m girded with my trusty to-do list, so my mood stability is mainly preserved… for today.