Sigh. I just saw my internal medicine doctor this morning. We are going to tweak with my meds to try and help me deal with my increased anxiety from being so isolated during the Covid crisis. Hopefully I'll feel a little better soon. Right now my anxiety is super high.
I have a mirror that hangs above my piano. It has sort of scalloped edges. I guess I haven't really looked at it for a while (I have housecleaners who do the cleaning). I was sitting in my living room looking at it today and started to think, "Wait, I recall that mirror having way more of a ruffled edge." I started to wonder if I once had a different mirror with more ruffly edges at some point. I looked through some old pictures and nope. There is the same mirror in all the old pictures that is hanging above my piano now. It just doesn’t look like my memory is telling me it should.
It isn’t like I didn’t recognize one of my children. It still freaks me out, though, that I spend most of my time about 15 ft away from this mirror and I looked at it today and it didn’t look the way I thought this mirror looked.
My mother died of Alzheimer's disease, so it’s often on my mind. I'm going to be 60 next month. I'm younger than she was, but SIGH!!
Now I'm going to do a bit of pity post. I'm a widow. My husband died twenty months ago. He was emotionally abusive and I have lots and lots and lots of things I'm trying to work out. I go to therapy and try to meditate and exercise and all that stuff. The pandemic, though, is just defeating me. I feel like I'm totally losing my mind. I'm hoping one of you can relate to my experience and be able to calm me down a bit.
Thanks,
Debbie