Thought zombies

I started writing a blog post yesterday and I didn’t actually finish it.

I published it anyway for some reason, and the result can be found here. I think I managed to put some semi-decent finishing touches on it and at least come to some sort of conclusion.

I think.

I didn’t actually proof-read it. I just hit the shiny, blue “publish” button and tried to forget. But I had really had a lot more to say.

Somewhere in the middle of writing, a tsunami of memories crashed over my brain and I just couldn’t write anymore. Couldn’t…function anymore. My brain had warped back to 2006 and wasn’t coming back. Maybe its DeLorean ran out of plutonium. I don’t know.

All I know is that, for the rest of the day, the “here and now” ceased to matter. My brain didn’t seem to care that Sarah Moon was an aspiring writer trying to establish a solid reputation. It didn’t seem to care that Sarah Moon was a senior in an intense college program. It just had her hit publish, put away the books, and curl up into a fetal position for several hours.

This actually happens often, even when I don’t write (in fact, usually writing about these difficult things helps me process these thoughts in more productive and positive ways. I’m not sure why yesterday was so different). Sometimes it lasts a few hours (I seem to be operating on a  functioning level now). Sometimes it can last for weeks. And I hate it.

I go to counseling. But it doesn’t seem to be working. It seems that every time I go I get a new stress management chart. And I feel that I’ve done a good job of following every chart. It helps a bit, only…well…

I feel like I’m in a zombie movie. And with stress management, I have the tools to kill off the individual thought zombies as they stagger into my brain. Possibly even in time to epic Queen music!

(Warning: language, zombie violence, and possibly unhealthy amounts of awesomeness)

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But everyone knows that eventually the zombies break the windows and climb in by the hoards. That’s where stress management always falls short.

No, when the memories come flooding in, I don’t need stress management. I need a miracle. A deus ex machina. But my brain isn’t really a zombie movie. It exists in reality and no cheap Hollywood tricks can fix this.

The memories are so vivid.

So vivid.

And, as illogical as it may be, these memories inspire a very real and very present fear.

And fear is paralyzing.

I have more to say, but those pesky thought zombies are starting to creep in again. I think I need to put on some Queen and grab some pool sticks. So, if you’ll excuse me…. I’ll probably write more on this topic later. Thanks, readers, for all your support. Hope I haven’t been too negative lately! So, how do you folks deal with thought zombies? And more importantly, how do you folks deal with real zombies? 

  • http://homekettle.wordpress.com thescreamingkettle

    For what it’s worth, I thought your post yesterday was honest and raw-in-a-good-way and well-handled. I wouldn’t have known it wasn’t what you intended if you hadn’t said anything.

    • http://moonchild11.wordpress.com moonchild11

      I think college has made me an expert at throwing random words together at the last minute and making them sound legit! haha!

  • http://www.jermainelane.com Jermaine Lane

    As a newbie here, this is what I do:

    I kick thought zombies to the curb by acknowledging them and moving on. The more I try and ignore them, the more they swarm and eat up my willpower, self-esteem, confidence, etc. When I say hi, shine a light on them, and get on with my day, they scatter and leave me alone.

    As for real zombies, I had a conversation with my wife last year and she told me if I turned into a zombie, she would bash my head in to put me out of my misery. She also said if I vamped out, she would drive a stake through my heart. I was like, “ummm, thanks Boo?” Have a good one and try not to get red on you.

    • http://moonchild11.wordpress.com moonchild11

      Good advice! Not always easy to follow, however.

      I too, have promised my boyfriend that if he became a zombie, I’d take him out. haha.

  • http://pauldebaufer.wordpress.com Paul DeBaufer

    I understand the thought zombies and the curling into the fetal position for various periods of time intimately. I really don’t deal with them very well at all. Although I am finding a strange comfort in the nascent realization that these feelings & thought intrusions seem to be a universal experience. When they are really difficult is when they come invade my dreams. I then, out of fear, force myself awake too damned scared to sleep, sometimes for days.

    • http://moonchild11.wordpress.com moonchild11

      I used to have that sleeping problem before I started going to counseling. Now i only think about bad things all day and sleep WAY too much to avoid thoughts. I can’t win. Damn you, thought zombies! hah!


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