Yesterday was an awful day for me, brain wise.
I forgot things & I’m probably being written up at one of my jobs because of a major mess up. It just was not a good day at all.
You know, normally that’s fine. But it isn’t okay when the people around you have no working knowledge of what’s going on & you’re too upset to explain to them that really, this is not your fault. That when your head hurts so badly you’re barely functioning, it’s difficult to remember to look for things that should be there but aren’t.
When I came home & told M what happened, he tried to comfort me. He tried to say that he understands how frustrating it is to not be able to voice what’s wrong, but when I pointed out that actually he has no idea, he agreed.
He has no idea what it’s like to know something is wrong, but not be able to verbalize it. He has no idea the tears this causes, or the frustration with both everyone around me and myself. There are times I want to scream about how this is not my fault, but I can’t. All I wanted to do was sleep & I couldn’t. I was up for a couple of extra hours, pouring over the details of the evening, trying to figure out some way I can point to things not being right when someone asks me about them.
I can’t think of anything. Because those people don’t know me well enough to see when I’m having an off day. My family & the majority of my friends, yes. 95% of my coworkers? Not so much.
I hate Moyamoya.