Scrolling through my email..click down button and then look away. Why is it so hard to concentrate. My boss’s eyes burning on the back of my head. “Jacob”. he sidled to my left. “Oh, hey Boss,”I blurted out. He had a warm smile, “Just saying good morning”, “Ga-go-good morning Mr. Springer.”
What the hell is wrong with me? Micro-electric shocks shoot from the base of my cerebellum up to my cortex. Ringing in my ears.
Deep breaths..walking out the side entrance. The breeze felt good. I leaned my cheek against the cool ceramic tile.
Lighting a smoke, drawing so hard, a rogue tobacco shred sparked through the paper.
Back in the office .
“Bing bong” chimes the intercom.
“Time for meds gentlemen.””Please line up”.
Mr. Springer walking out, stopped to talk with Mark the security guard.
“How you doing Mark?”
“Pretty good Dr. Springer, You?”
“Not bad. “Would you keep an eye on Jacob? “He’s been sitting at a desk staring blankly at the wall, going on about Spam emails.”
“Sure Thing Doc!”
I have heard the expression perhaps for songwriting, “you write what you know”. I feel this holds true in story writing, fiction or non-fiction. I cannot think of too many people, including myself, that haven’t been somehow touched by mental health issues. Perhaps not full blown paranoia but, stress, anxiety/panic attacks, With information overload, 24 hour feeds…..just as our bodies need a healthy diet, so do our minds. For me, an escape is writing which challenges me on “what I know” and “where I stand”, rather than switching to a zombie scrolling mode copying and pasting the opinions of others.
Be well my Friends
Photo Credit to Enisa. Thank you!