The Minds Labyrinth

I need to get some things off my chest because if I don't I might go insane pondering it all. It's time to set free what's locked in my head. This will be a serious post.  Update: Just as another warning I am in no way depressed or miserable. I'm simply aimless.  I feel like I'm the captain of a ship floating along in black waters surrounded by nothingness. Everything feels more than a little out of reach and with the baby on the way I'm a bit scared that this feeling will pilot my entire being. I realize that some of you may not want to hear about how lost I feel but this blog exists as a means for me to step outside of being who everyone wants me to be and step into who I truly am. A way to express how I'm feeling or just ramble on about nothing important just to get it out of my head and into a place where it can float freely. I can't exactly understand why I feel so lost and stranded. Why it feels like everything is out of reach and I...

It all started with an Elvis cup. Okay not really but I wish that was the beginning, in truth that's about the half-way mark. It actually all started with dust. Lots and lots of dust. Husband and I were getting ready for a move closer to my family doctor and well family for more support and all that jazz. . We spent a week doing nothing but packing   We spent a week preparing for the move We spent two days of the two weeks we knew about the move actually packing and the rest pretending to pack while in reality I was procrastinating. It's an illness, I can't help it. My room was a mess. Imagine a tornado, hurricane, earthquake, tsunami all hit at once and that was our bedroom. Our entire floor was coated in a carpet made out of dirty laundry. Like I said, I procrastinate...a lot. The packing stirred the dust and I inhaled it causing me to choke and be hit with a sudden sharp and immobilizing pain near to where I assume the baby is located. I assumed it was nothing and...