Cloudy with a chance of brain fog.

The CT confirmed my head is not normal;
I mean, like duh. People tried to prepare me for the Washington rain, instead my head has created its own storm.
Sleepless nights, brain zaps, data errors, forgetfulness, head pressure, seeing static when I close my eyes.
The electricity is off I said, it has always been but now I’m being told others can see it on pictures.
Strangers, Doctors, Onlookers will possibly see signs of pages torn out.

Cloudy with a chance of brain fog

I know it is, the static.
It trickles up my body and I shake uncontrollably.
It’s not ugly, I imagine it’s a painting I never gave myself permission to create.
I imagine the acidity of life is decaying my brain.
The trauma my brain wants me to forget, but I’m afraid of forgetting everything.
It trickles from my feet up instead of just staying in my head.

Cloudy with a chance of brain fog

I decided to build a playhouse.
Depending on what the doctors say, I may or may not be okay.
I’m not wasting a day without loving my kids even if I fail in moments.
When I am gone, if I ever leave while my body is still here I want them to remember the person I was and the love that I gave.
I am still here, we are all still here for now.