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Every Day Can Go Either Way
and every day can be a misadventure.
On a GOOD day, the world makes sense, and the faces, voices, and strange thoughts bubble quietly on the sidelines. Stress is low and my mind is somewhat clear, like the summer sky with a few overhead clouds of confusion. I look forward to what the day offers. I am eager for the adventure.
On a BAD day, I drown in my own head, filled with panic, noise, and confusion. Pulled down by screaming, ugly faces and violent crashing thoughts. My reality breaks down as my senses turn my brain into an enemy mind. I am scared of what the day offers. I fear the misadventure.
I wish every day went only ONE way so that every day could be an adventure.