We all have them, don’t we?
When we have a dark taste in our mouth and feel fidgety. Like nothing of any use is going to come through these limbs today. Like you feel unsettled but some rarely felt mix of agitated, pained, stressed, urgent, and listless. You move around the house, wanting to get more done. At work you might shuffle papers around and not get far with anything.
What could it be?
What is plaguing you? Why is it awful and unproductive today?
The forecast is pointless, with chance of showers and a strong northerly pushing whiffs of wistful in through the afternoon.
You want to want to do something useful.
But you kind of don’t.
There’s plenty to be getting on with, but you can’t seem to get any minutes to stick together in a way that produces anything, they slip away like beach sand streaming out of your sandals in summer.
The day! The day! You can just see how it will bloom and fade without any great achievements or small accomplishments to decorate it with. Night time will come and you will be relieved because now you no longer have a day spanning out in front of you and expectations swarming you ears like flies.
Lost. You feel kind of lost.
Why? Why lost? Where is this coming from? For me, on the last day I felt like this I wondered…
- Is it disappointment, a feeling of failure that has stuck to me like cold chip shop oil in your hair, slyly following you after that thing I did wrong yesterday?
- Is it unsettled because of the moving and changing things around me, and the feeling that I can’t quite get a grip or rhythm with anything?
- Is it some mix of hormones and non-sustaining food I’ve eaten this morning?
- Is it just tired, and the senseless dreamy state that comes with that?
When you feel like this it can be hard to get a grip of feelings.
Try tapping into the feelings. Try pausing, with pen and paper and using metaphor to explain yourself to yourself in a rambly way, without knowing what you will say (write) next. Try pausing to feel and name those feelings. Maybe you write them, maybe you draw them.
I feel cloudy, foggy, lost, aimless, drifting. I feel walking in circles, I feel adrift.
I feel hopeless and alone and like I can’t make it, I don’t have what it takes and no one will rescue me. I feel disappointed in my self and cynical, like I was deluded and all was for nothing.
I feel like everything is chopped into tiny pieces and everything is crumbly, and nothing comes together to make a coherent whole. I feel pointless, and meaningless, and without direction. I feel like my compass is spinning around and around and I don’t know how to move. I feel weary and like hiding out.
I feel kind of angry for no reason and like everyone around me is hideously annoying and the whole world is full of jerks!
And now the tears come.
And on the movement of the tears our little boat slips forward, no longer quite so stuck. The water feels a little clearer, and we may feel a little more whole.
And then we yawn.
And then we wipe our tears.
And then we get on with however the day will be.
Image: is one of my collage pieces