Life these days feel like having multiple tabs opened in your brain.
It’s constant clicking one tab after another, returning back and forth among tabs and there are moments when I feel like my brain could explode because it couldn’t handle the intense and continuous work it has been doing.
It’s constant thinking every waking moment. Not for only one, two or several things, but, countless.
It’s continous labouring, cleaning, throwing, organizing, tidying, every single day. Not only in one place, but several.
Schedule packed with moving things here and there. Went back and forth between home to few places for at least three times a day. In the most hectic one, it was five times.
Currently writing while waiting for some technicians to move the last huge piece from the house.
Looking back what we’ve been through a week ago, especially last Sunday, it felt surreal to be able to safely pass that week sanely.
The text I sent to the doctor few days ago,
“I am already on the edge of my sanity”.
But, who knows?
They say sky is the limit, no?
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