'Tis the wee hours of the morning and I'm still awake. Norco plus a late start on my usual dosage of Prozac and I'm about as relaxed as a meth addict whose dealer was just busted.
Also, I noticed that once in a great while when my brain is put on "hold" if you will (meaning that it's not being used at full potential) I start to get this vague sensation of sadness deep in my chest. It's similar to the feeling one might get when they are about to cry but... that's not what it is. It's just, nothing. I'm not sad. Nothing has upset me. I'm just lying on my stomach reading the humor section of Pinterest, but suddenly, my chest feels like it's contracting and I have to get up and move. I don't want to move with any purpose, I don't have a destination or an activity in mind at all. I just need to move my body. The only way I can seem to describe it to Zach is that it suddenly feels like something is wrong but I don't know what it is or why it feels like anything is wrong.
I sure wish I knew what my mind was setting me up for sometimes.
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