A friend of mine was watching this series on Netflix called “One Day.” Said it was a love story reminding her of different relationships she’d had in the past. She cried so much delving through her own history while the story played out. Little things triggered painful memories hidden deep within, wellsprings of emotion just waiting to be processed and released.
Alright, I’m game. I could use a good cry—it releases the cortisol, and I’ve been pretty damn stressed lately. Boy, was I in for it.
Sometimes A Thought Can Derail Me
Wednesday had been relatively benign until the series was mentioned. Last week had been overwhelming, but recovery was under way. The plan was back on track to get the word out about The Medium Catalogue Feature Project, and work on the catalogues I’ve yet to finish.
While working on catalogues, I figured I’d give the show a go. Why not? I can watch something while I’m doing the easy parts.
As I began to identify with the main female character, my perspective started to shift as it often does. The world started to look a bit different, somehow. Later that night, I was kept up by the absolute madness of my home. Couldn’t stand the thought of it anymore. You see, everyone I live with (including myself) suffers from mental illnesses. Our house is a trainwreck as a result.
Thursday morning, as I was trying to fall asleep, my mind decided enough was enough. The house had gotten far too cluttered, and my sanity was snapping. Several boxes packed with organizing shelves littered the kitchen, just waiting to be ripped open and assembled. Sleep seemed impossible. Exhausted as I was, energy swelled up to push me into a cleaning frenzy. For hours I lay imagining where to clean, and how it might affect the others in the house.
My reprieve came after writing down a general plan of action to tackle the insanity—and cancel all my prior engagements. The podcast, a writing group I’m part of, everything. I’d make a day of it, and scratch this insomnia-causing itch. Nearly six hours of cleaning later, my whole body ached. But still, a job well done.
Yet the series wasn’t over. There was more derailment yet to come. This was only the beginning…
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