Sometimes I Shout

Posted on August 3, 2007 in Anxiety Memory Reflections

Sometimes I shout at memories. Until recently, I thought this was a bad thing — a psychoses that demanded my isolation from the rest of the human race. First, I realized, that it seldom if ever happened when I was with other people. Second, the shouts didn’t draw me deeper into the bad experience, but woke me up to the present. I could see the details of the bedroom ceiling, remember that I was not in the embarassing situation. I saw the strange behavior as an ally. The mind, I now believe, strives for normality. Sometimes I shout at myself to bring myself back.