"I don't know, it was sort of like I was plugged up...and now the plug came out. Wait, that doesn't sound good, does it?"
I actually said this to my therapist yesterday, accomplishing my childish goal of making him laugh at least once each session. I was referring to my brain being put on ice for approximately a year. Living with chronic stress for this long--and not the I have so much to do how will I ever get it done, but more like the life and death kind--can induce a dementia-like state where my mind is in a thousand places and nowhere all at once. Anyway, here I am. And there you are.