… as though your brain’s been soaked in curdled goat’s milk, run through a blender and squished back into your cranium.
It’s not really how you expect to feel on a Sunday afternoon, is it? Well, not if you’re a teetotaler like me! I remember other Sunday afternoons, many summers ago … but those are stories of days long past.
No, today I am just good old brain-dead. Tired. Spent. Exhausted. Burnt out.
I can’t give you a good reason why, either, which is annoying! OK, I didn’t sleep terribly well last night, but the rest of the day has been fairly cruisy: ironing, phone calls, catching up on some TV, visiting a relative (and forgetting to take the microwave we were passing on), sorting out my diary for the week. All quite pleasant, kindly, easy.
The temptation is to say: “Well, that’s what depressed mind/brain/body matrices do: feel tired at the drop of a hat!” and perhaps that is what’s going on. On the other hand, it could be that the various stresses of the past month have caught up with me. I don’t want to overpathologize things.
So, Dr Dysthymia Bree, what will you prescribe for yourself?
- plenty of water and some vitamin C, just in case a virus is trying to catch me unawares
- good food
- making sure that I’m prepared for tomorrow, so I can go to bed with a peaceful mind, and – of course! –
- some good, calming TV!
All good, my friends. May your Sunday be refreshing and may your brains steer clear of goat’s milk.