That is how I feel lately.
I am speechless and I feel like while I have a ton to say, the words are caught in my throat. I feel like I have to choose between speaking and breathing. I feel like my throat is so constricted from worry that it can only serve one function at a time... well, maybe two, cuz there's eating. But at first, I couldn't even eat. All I could do was breathe, barely. I felt myself grasping onto a proverbial banister or chair rail, panting with heaving chest and laboring back just to exist from one moment to another. Being so focused on just living, breathing from day to day, left my mind crowed with words that can't seem to get out. My brain is full... and the images are not cute or fuzzy.
Basically. I'm pissed and don't know how to express it. Who am I mad at? The world. Everything and nothing.
And now I am dragging. Perhaps I have been breathing too shallow for so long that the oxygen is no longer making it to my extremities. Is that why my feet tingle? Is that why my arms grow numb? Could my mental and emotional upset be contributing to my physical malaise? Or could that flu I had about six weeks ago have left me with some kind of invisible secondary infection that won't go away.
Either way, I am literally, sick and tired, and speechless. I do have a doctor's appointment soon... maybe I should also get a therapist. ((shrug)).