It is one thing for the weather to be wet cold and miserable outside but for that same conditions to exist in your head is another story completely.
I have to admit to being lost in the fog over the past couple of weeks and not being able to see the light that I need to get me through. Isn’t it amazing how our minds play tricks on us. It’s bad enough when the mind does a merry dance when you are living a life without lupus but with mr lupus fogginess seems to go to a whole new level and bring with it a completely absurd perspective. Of course the clutter in my house is not out to get me!
At least it’s not voices in my head, I don’t think I’m hearing voices, but maybe I am, after all who am I having this conversation with. Please tell me it’s you or there just might be something else I need to concern myself with.
I heard somewhere that “the only real failure in life is the failure to try” so today I get up once again and battle my way through the fog in the firm belief that I will be able to see clearly soon. Isn’t that a song, maybe I’ll take up a hobby and sing my way through the fog.
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