Walking home yesterday evening I thought about how close I was coming to thinking insane thoughts. This is probably the third time that this has worried me. But this time, I'm not under any inordinate stress. I am stressed but not the way I was. I want to draw a lot.
The walking helped. The exercise maybe was what helped and afterward, I did feel better. I feel better today. But last night that insane theory haunted me before going to sleep. It is an entirely illogical notion that I'm not really, not fully, my parent's daughter. It feels like that but this is a theory that it not only is a feeling but could be a biological fact. I don't know why this weird theory occurred to me.
I think it is important to record things even if they make absolutely no sense to me. Yes, maybe the gap between sanity and this insanity is paper-thin.
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