I have learned that those things which I do to keep myself from "going" crazy, those things I do so that I feel like I can be prepared for the worst...those things are slowly destroying me.
I'm sure that anyone looking in a window to my brain would offer up a condescending "well, of course" and I'm fairly certain that a portion of my brain knew that what I was doing wasn't really productive. But, when you're just sitting there, helpless to change anything, you start spinning your wheels. You ignore the smell of burning rubber just to feel like you're doing something.
Now to figure out better ways to twiddle my mental fingers.
Sincerely,
Me.
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