Beached

I'm starting to think that I hear entirely different things from what other people are really saying to me. I think I must be not nearly as smart as I think, or there's a short in my brain somewhere, or something. I hear disaster, when all other people hear is a still small voice. I am programmed to expect the worst, to lose love. I need to work a lot on trust, I think.

The last three days have felt like a giant tornado, with me caught up in the middle of it and getting spun around and around and around without any magic shoes to click so I could get back to Kansas. But for tonight at least the storm is gone. I'm just really tired and drained. I feel like I need to sleep for a very long time.

I hope I can get some rest before the next wave hits, whenever that may be.