It’s getting late in the Madhouse. It’s almost midnight. Even the cats have stopped chasing each other up and down the hall in their nightly game of hallway tag (seriously, elephants in a wind tunnel wouldn’t make as much noise). I can’t sleep. I’m tired enough. I just can’t seem to settle.
My mind is wandering. When it’s not wandering it’s relentlessly rehashing things I can’t control; things I can’t change; things that should no longer have impact on my thoughts. I try to reign it in. I try breathing techniques. I try guided relaxation techniques. I try clearing my mind and thinking of nothing (ok, I cannot be the only one who finds it impossible to think of nothing, as soon as the therapist says “don’t think of anything” my mind kicks into overdrive).
But then another image pops up. Another unanswered question is asked. Another “what if” thought starts forming. I know there are loads of people out there with similar busy minds (I read your blogs). I’m glad I’m not alone.