I saw the eye doctor this last week and I had extreme trouble reading the letters. I could not tell if it was my eyes or my brain was out of focus. I felt my mental connections going haywire and my stomach becoming upset, so I got my vomit bag. I felt I had lost my center, deteriorating into craziness, then creating this need to vomit and cuss. I needed to stop being tormented, so out the door I went, and then everything reminds me how I unconsciously cut myself from connection to anything. This simple experience of seeing the eye doctor is like I am splitting my consciousness into two parts: retreating as to feel safe and the other part is this need to defend myself. When I feel the need to defend myself I am living in denial. When I withdraw this creates this inner emptiness ā from my ability to think, to feel, and to do.
The emptiness use to terrorize me ā the empty house ā now I accept the emptiness. I also feel the craziness is not charged with terrifying implications nor do I experience hallucinations, such as the eye doctor giving me brain cancer. I just sometimes I wonder if I am starting into dementia and other times I feel I am just being realistic with my mental limitations. It is just my body is alien, turning against me, just as the environment seems to turn against me. The mental exhaustion compounds the problem.
There is something perverse and dark here, something I am repulsed by possibly insecurity and powerlessness, yet in the moment my mind cannot sort it out. Does anyone have a method of keeping centered, when the brain just knows failure? Does anyone have a method when there is nothing left to which I can attach myself and is still allowed to be okay? Where is stillness when I feel this āugly-ducklingā in my mental, physical and social handicaps?