Rambling

What is rambling anyway...perhaps a stream of consciousness that may or may not make sense to those either having or interpreting what is being delivered. I find it fascinating how a series of seemingly unconnected thoughts, feelings, and emotions can cause such chaos or perhaps peace. I find that the thoughts that swirl around in my head, while apparently unrelated, always seem to come together to some end or resolution. Granted, this is not to say that everything is always tied up into a nice little bow, certainly not. But in time, I always seem to find some relief.

What do I mean by this? There are periods of time in which my sleep is restless, dreams, nightmares, even that cannot make sense. I wake up with jaw tense and sore, headache, I drag through the day. Yet, after a few days of this, perhaps a week, the dreams subside. I can rest. My subconscious has run through the hundreds of thousands of possibilities, the conversations have been played and replayed to the point of being etched in my mind, and I am okay.

Secure.

I've been writing more, talking more, it seems to be helping. If you know me well, not the facade I use in public, you'd know that I process internally the majority of the time. So, as you can imagine, my mind has been in overdrive. But this has been good. I have been reminded of the importance of writing in my life, which is also serving the purpose of relieving my brain from having to loop through the additional information, which I am now able to process here.

This is my free association exercise.