Where do I begin. I’ve driven myself to exhaustion, mental chaos, and somehow, a little bit of visibility. Things in life make some strange entry into growth. I’m presented with many options, and I am at a crossroads of what should I do with what comes after.
At this point, I’ve been in and out of exhaustion symptoms for roughly 2-3 weeks. But my mind is running at max capacity and outshining my body’s current capabilities. Example: My body is tired, sleepy, and sluggish. My brain says, “we have a list of 10 things to accomplish. You can quit when you are dead or until we are done.” I keep going, cleaning, thinking, working, organizing, planning. Literally, anything that makes me focus on anything aside from what my body could be telling me or what my mind won’t focus on, but replace. It’s a small dopamine rush of saying, “I got X done, now let’s get Y done so that tomorrow we don’t have to.” So for four+ days, I run at max capacity, maximum effort, and minimal rest.
Then we hit day five, and I think that I’ve done well, but then I am useless for two days. Can’t eat due to nausea; when I can, it’s soups and light meals, so no real calories to speak of, fatigue gets worse. Yet I wonder as I sit here knowing I should be resting and needing to get this off of my mind, so I think and type out my rants on these pages. Hopefully, for someone else to know that they are not alone. In terms of this writing, I’m in “Day 6” of the timeline. Marginally able to eat, still shaky and exhausted. My mind is telling me to keep moving, that idling leads to atrophy. “Don’t let the fatigue win” is all my mind keeps saying.
So here I sit, typing away looking at a mountain of tasks ahead of me almost more terrified of not doing at least a few things than I am of being basically homebound for another day. I am thankful; thankful for my support system, for those that are here with me and those that are around to make sure things are on the up and up even if they know I’m not well. Thank you for the conversations, the time to vent, mental health checks, and empathy.
I buried this particular acorn with a purpose this time. I want to know and remember where this is so I can find the new tree and call it home again. This support system and the fact that I appreciate it. It’s a baby step to pulling down the wall I’ve built up, thereby creating my own mental prison. Small steps, hopefully for a better future. I’m hopeful that I’m one step closer to finding my forest of hidden acorns. Wishing all the best to those also in struggles, may our wanderings cross and join paths towards a better life. Reading this may be the step we all need.
-Lost Acorns