I’ve been living inside my head lately. It’s not that I’m isolating myself from the world, or not being socially active. I’m still doing all of the activities (and then some) I’ve been doing for months. It just feels like I’m sitting in a deep well in my mind while everything spins around me.
I’ve skirted along the edges of dissociative disorders for years, so it’s a familiar sensation. It’s not that I’m not interacting with the world, it’s just that I feel very much separate from it.
I imagine that disconnecting from reality is particularly attractive these days. And certainly we’ve all been using the usually suspects – the 3rd glass of wine, Netflix binges, YouTube rabbit-holes, Ben & Jerry’s, extra trips to the dispensary – small escapes from a chaotic world.
Every coping mechanism has its utility, I suppose, if it doesn’t become a problem unto itself (like a 3rd bottle of wine). But sometimes I find myself not needing anything external to take my mind off of the problems of the world. I simply slip into myself and stay there, not bothering to peer from the inside out.
I suppose that it’s my mind’s way of saying, come and get me when all of this is over. But of course it doesn’t work that way.
3 thoughts on “In and out”
Sara, having a vivid passion for music and lyrics, your narrative reminds me of “The Windmills of Your Mind” written by French composer Michel LeGrand, with the lyrics by Alan and Marylyn Bergman. The haunting melody reminds me of the complexity and challenges of life and our circuitous journey to our destination, wherever that might be. We all have our own coping method to escape the chaotic world we live in.
My passion is music and lyrics with profound interpretations, in “The Windmills of My Mind.” Read the lyrics and you understand my words. I would be interested in your take on them.
That’s always been one of my favorite tunes, believe it or not. LeGrand is an exquisite composer. And The Umbrellas of Cherbourg is one of the first movies I ever saw
dispensary – THC ? alcohol ? ice-cream ? all that junk will mess you up. Go for a run !