Frazzled and ugly,
Singed at the edges
With the unbearable heat
Of a stressful event.
I am the worst at dealing with stress. It was probably the main reason why I ended up drinking so much; anything to get rid of that feeling of having my brain on fire.
I am coming to the end of half term so I’m getting that scratchy feeling in my brain as I prepare to go back to school.
And the thing that I notice the most when I am stressed is that I have an awful memory – like, really awful.
This weekend I was supposed to be running a marathon and I had it in my head that I was supposed to be running on Sunday. This afternoon, I realised that it was supposed to be today. I have officially missed the race that was supposed to make me feel better for missing the race I couldn’t go to because I had COVID.
So that makes me very pissed off.
However, I am determined to not dwell on misfortune and I will run a marathon around the trails near my house. I can even fashion a little medal out of tinfoil to put around my neck once I’m finished.
And here’s to a better memory,