Stress

“Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet” ~Anon

What ifs crowd my mind. Eventually, when my mind cannot hold not one more "what if" my body takes control and says, "enough, everyone out of the pool. The deep end is getting too crowded."

What can I say? I'm there. I'm tired. My body decided that my mind needs a vacation, so it forced it to shut down all major functions, and just exist for awhile. The what ifs settle to a dull roar, while my body takes the rest that my mind didn't want to give it.

And if the dual personality thing sounds confusing, it is.