This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
I’m having the absolute hardest time sitting still. I need to be doing things with my hands, working on projects, twenty things at once.
In groups I’m fidgeting with a fidget cube or stress ball. Chewing ice. Rocking my leg.
It’s not as noticeable at home, I don’t think, because I’m working on things and I’m moving anyway. But at PHP, in groups, when other people are talking, I can’t just sit there and focus.
Today one of the groups got large.
Really really large.
We ran out of chairs in the room.
So I left.
There’s no way I would have focused through that. Too many people moving, chairs shifting. Too big, too much.
And I can’t sit still.
I don’t know why. Is this because of the increased dose of one medication. Is this because we’re discontinuing other, redundant, medications.
Or is this because my brain is trying to run from the healing. It’s too uncomfortable to sit with these emotions, literally.
Ants in my pants and I can’t sit still.