Thursday, January 26th
Sometimes when I get really down I sit still for way too long and unintentionally convince myself I can’t move. That something has gone wrong in my brain causing a psychosomatic paralysis from my eyeballs down, and there is nothing I can do physically to overcome it. The only cure is to round up my thoughts and force them in a very different and very positive direction, picking off the ones that stray too far behind and pulverizing them with my brain waves. It takes unprecedented amounts of emotional energy for me to do anything on those days.
