A series of a variety of things has caused me to be at battle with my thoughts for a week or two straight. This has caused me to become dysfunctional, unorganized, bipolar, and perhaps chaotic. Headaches and drowsiness have been readily present; eager to pitch into this happy charade. To begin to delve into what my thoughts have been circling, bypassing and dwelling on doesn't seem like a good idea at the time. The dismantling of my thoughts would probably create more mischief than just simply letting them take their toll on my body. Descriptions such as "disintegrating me from the inside out" come to mind.

The climatic peak of these thoughts, creating an unhappy breakdown of sorts came in the middle of a bachlorette party while sitting in a high chair observing everything around me. Perhaps it was because I was exhausted from boating on the previous day and hadn't had time to rest yet. Perhaps it was the dim lights and loud music, with men circling on the prowl and women swinging their hips and swinging their hair with flirtatious eyes. Maybe it was the mosquito bites that were bothering me that attacked me before we got into the limo.

Anyway, discontent has creepily crawled into my brain and thoughts and is polluting my every thought and action. These apartment walls are claustrophobic. Church walls are far more claustrophobic. My brain is claustrophobic.

I'm sure in a few days, or a few hours, I will have pushed the discontent into a little corner to be suppressed for a few hours or weeks. Time to nap and turn my thoughts over to my subconscious where dreams can continue to torture. But if it can get rid of my headache, it's worth it.