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THIS HAPPENED TO ME
This Newsletter Saved Me From Overstimulation This Morning
“I was eating sun,” he said.
“I was eating ‘sun’,” he said. “I was eating ‘sun’,” the blind author wrote in his memoir — his love letter to Light:
I’m moody. No, confused — all over the place. Is that more accurate? Overstimulated! Yes. That’s it.
I miss my music. The music of my words. I read a beautiful piece by Mary Devries this morning and I was transported. No, humbled!
I need that, I heard myself think.
I miss making symphonies out of my darkness. Is that too much? Too self-indulgent?
I don’t want to think. Thinking is all I’ve done these past few days. At first, it was exciting. I was elated at the idea. I’m a nerd so learning is a pure joy.
Except now, I feel blotted. I’m too full. My head is overflowing with plans and ideas. Emptiness is my forte. Emptiness is where I thrive. It’s my safe space. My home.
I need to get back home.
What do you do when you’re overstimulated?
I feel like leaving it all behind. I want to run away. I need to curl back into the…
