Today, I feel the need to organize everything. I feel the need to become "perfect". I'm mostly thinking about my career. See, I have found it very hard to concentrate lately. When people are talking to me, the words don't sink in and I have trouble comprehending what they are saying. I try staring at their lips which helps alittle bit. But, then I get nervous that they are judging me staring at their lips or might notice that I'm not comprehending. I wonder what's wrong with me, and will I ever find out?
I know that this can be a side effect of depression, but what if it's something else?
See, I use to be a very smart person. (I'm not bragging, just smarter than i feel now.) I could accomplish things. I was very disciplined, and I liked it! I use to enjoy waking up and putting everything in it's correct place. When I'd read something, it was a breeze. I could do all sorts of things with my brain, and I loved it. Now, I can't just read a paragraph once. I have to read it over and over and over again before I know just what that paragraph says. I see the words, I could read them outloud even, but I don't know what the words mean until I read them over and over again and concentrate on it really hard.
All I think about is sad things and thoughts of doom. I'd like to think about changing the world or at least becoming something great like I knew I could when I was younger and smarter. I don't know what's wrong with me.
Maybe if I had the ability to comprehend again, I would make better choices. I would enjoy life more. I would have something to be proud of. I use to be proud of my self discipline. It was a part of me, regardless of what other people might have thought about it.
Oh, there's my friend, must go now. Might continue later.
Love,
Winter






Hugs to you! I hope exactly what you mean! I graduated 2nd in my high school class. Now I can hardly follow a conversation. The other day my granddaughter noted that I had cookies in the oven and stirred my chili in the microwave. "Grandma, you are multitasking. I am so proud of you". I used to be an account specialist for international companies, working on thousands of orders a day. Now I am lucky to get my dishes done. My medical specialist said that it might be menopause (I'm going on 56 this month) but we are also trying to eliminate other causes to be safe. My daughter tells me her depression makes her forgetful. My oldest daughter had a very early hysterectomy and says she is forgetful. For me, it is not knowing why. It is the fear of it getting worse. Peace to you~
Oaktree123