General

Too many tabs.

Reboot! Reboot!

Too many tabs,

I don’t compute.

Just want to stop for a while

Find another way of life;

Colouring, painting, writing until

all the tabs close and

all is still.

My brain has too manytabs open.

I like this topic for no other reason than what if the opposite applied, in that, I didn’t have enough tabs open?

I don’t think I have overload, more so it’s underload for me.

I think it’s always been that way for me, look for the easiest way to solve a problem rather than spend hours trying to nut it out.

Somehow or other I have managed to get myself through life, fumbling my way along, more often than not conning people into believing I know what I am doing.

Right from the word go I recall my teachers telling me I was lazy. That I had to make a bigger effort, apply myself to the tasks given but what they didn’t know was that for the most part, I was working to my capacity, as inquisitive as I was, there were…

There are times
When my mind is in idle mode
Thoughts are floating peacefully
Ideas hibernating, in a hazy atmosphere

Then there are other instances
When a frenzy of activity occurs
Too many ideas are simultaneously generated
Thinking power divided between each

Like a computer overloaded
Too many tabs opened, the annoying delays
The throbber*, indicating waiting for response
Perhaps it needs to unplug and go to sleep mode!

(* Throbber is the icon we see when an app of program is being loaded!)

Written for RXC, PROMPT #209 hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Compassion &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #209 – My brain has too many tabs open

it’s hard to explain
to those not suffering from anxiety
life feels about to explode from the inside out

thoughts are on hyper-drive
garbled fine-tuning recycling constantly turned over thoughts
feelings manifest as super-overwhelmed

have tender compassion and understanding
and support those who are recovering as best they can
when they say “my brain has too many tabs open”

She does not recognise the woman in the room.

She bangs her head on the wall, then cries and yells that she can’t take it any more.

Who is she? What is she growing weary of?

The voice is loud and clear.

Minute-to-minute tracking, suspicion, distrust, accountability called for by someone who has mental health issues.

“You were logged in at 2.53 pm. The maid came with her documents after that. Two messages are deleted in between. You logged out at 2.58 pm.

Whom were you chatting with for those 5 minutes, when my call was not picked up?”

What does this crap mean?

Only a person suffering from a mental health disorder knows – knows everything other than the fact that he is suffering from a disorder.

Is this real?

Yes. He stalks phone numbers on chat platforms to see login time and takes screenshots for 8-10 hours a…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #208

The theme this week is

A Stolen Identity

Identity stolen

by

marriage

cultural

differences

religion

awaken

trying

to

regain

Stolen Identity

A brown
wooden
house in nature’s heaven
on a lake near mountain
under
blue sky
is set

A big
shadow
falls on the wooden house
as if Satan has come
to steal
during
the day

The birth
of child
born by surrogacy,
legal identity
of child’s
mother
stolen

©️ janeaguiar

Image Credit: Pixabay

Written in response to:

What Do You See

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Reena’s xploration Challenge

Thank you for reading.

Stay Blessed!