Sometimes, there are too many choices for me to function well. Today, I was already spent at 9:47 am. What should I be doing? What do I need to focus on? Why can’t I do all the things that need done? How do I even choose what to do? Will I fail if I pick the wrong thing? Can I fail? Surely, some things should take priority over others. But what? Why am I like this? Should I push through it? Will I hurt myself if I try? Should I rest instead? Have the last few days been difficult? Why don’t I know if they have or not? Why can’t I feel things? Is it normal to be numb all the time? Am I ok or in pain? Or stressed? Why don’t I know? Shouldn’t I know? That seems like something people are usually aware of. And on and on and on. My mind is racing, but my body is locking up and shutting down. Dora will probably have to do quite a bit of work today, pulling me back to reality over and over. Let’s see how things go, I guess.