Disarranged thoughts

This web of tangled strands of leaves represents the state of disarranged thoughts that create chaos to my thinking.








My life, my mind, my existence...

My life, my mind, my existence…  Ever since I can remember, and especially after approval of my disability status (about twenty-five years after my injury and at which point I stopped working), I’ve been disorganized.  For too long I’ve had not “a place for my stuff”, but “a pile of my stuff,” with apologies to George Carlin.  Having few, if any, scheduling commitments has somehow left me without the time to do or finish the things I’ve planned, not because time is short and there isn’t enough of it but because motivation, follow-through and efficient use of my time has been virtually non-existent for quite some time.




Inside my head is scrambled

The shell of my life became broken. Inside my head is scrambled with strands of my life no longer blended.






A stranger

After my brain injury, a stranger entered my life. I’ll call him CHAOS.
Confusion
Helplessness
Anger
Oblivious
Sad




Chaos anyone?

With the care and love of Barbara Webster, we reclaimed my living room and, of course, we found Betty Marie Boop aka Jane Russell Terrier under the rubble.



I feel chaos

I feel chaos. I leave the dishes to be done later. I procrastinate, hoping it will get done by itself. I make no time for completing my tasks. I always leave newspapers on the table, wanting to return to them so a new place can be found for them. I need to be motivated. I watch cable television or daydream so I don’t have to deal with what I should be doing. This is the piano that I should and would love to learn how to play. I must practice.



Can you find the couch?

My life before brain injury was organized and free flowing. Now it only takes a few days to become overwhelmed by projects started then stopped midstream.