I was on the verge of tears. He didn’t notice how bothered I was. His phone was distracting him. I guess that’s a good thing. He’s seen me cry too many times before. Today is a new day and I already forgot something at home that I was supposed to bring to work. I set an alarm to remember it tomorrow morning. I don’t know what I’ll forget later but I try to write it all down and leave myself messages in a small notebook and on my phone. It helps. But I don’t write everything down. Just the important things I hope. I need to exercise my mind, I need to play some brain games, and I need to socialize. The one thing that can help hurts to do. I need to turn my weakness into my strength and I’m taking baby steps. I need a new place to work and I need new people to interact with so that I can be forced out of my comfort zone before it kills me. Fearing I don’t want to become a zombie. Or if I am one already then I don’t want to continue living as a zombie anymore.

I’m not doing enough to be active. Either I’m distracted or I’m forgetting things. I left some hair products in the bathroom and left lunch in the kitchen. I forgot to ask if I had to pay for the medicine I was picking up for my father. 

By Ronda Ruthson