Why is it that the things we dread the most, the things we avoid thinking about at all costs, the emotional turbulence and mental confusion we so actively suppress always come up at the worst possible moment? As I hold myself together with scotch tape and staples there is something pulling me apart. I wasn't consulted by my brain before this all came about. My amygdala on overdrive, reached into the depths of my suppressed memories, deep into the hypothalamic trunk, brushed off the dust and spiders and presented to my consciousness that which had been buried so well. Seriously Brain, do we have to talk about this now?! I have a final in two days. You need to be working on memorizing a very very long list of drugs, mechanisms of action, adverse effects, and clinical uses. Come on, now. We have no time for this.
I argue with myself in vain. What's out it out now, and won't go. back. in.
aw, the ol' heart/brain disconnect... hearts need to be heard! But I think you're doing pretty good for yourself honey
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