I am getting better acquainted with the things that are causing me the pain of TMS. Last night I cleaned until I couldn't clean any more without waking up Bella. When I got up this morning and put my feet on the floor the bottoms of my feet stung. I love clean, neat and organized. My desk, my car, and my house can only be a slight mess, once full messiness has set in, it's overhaul time. I can't think with a mess.
In my mind, I can't have any overhanging emotion without it taking me over. So, in the event that my mom is ticking me off (for example) I just go ahead and cut to the chase and tell her what bothers me and I don't mince or sweeten words. I might be feeling a little guilty about that. It doesn't only happen with my mom and it doesn't always happen with words. I know this may sound far out but, the book I have on this condition is like reading a pre-med text book but worse. I'm trying to figure out where this pain, that's been going on for over a year, is coming from. Wish me luck.
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