Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Can You Help Me Find My Marbles?

Yeah, so it seems I have lost my marbles.

Apparently yesterday my mind decided to go on a vacation so when something happened - I became a total other person.

Has that ever happened to you? Where you know that something is going on and it is generally nothing serious but for some reason your brain just stops thinking logically and you go and become this Mr. Hyde-like different than you usually are?

Yesterday something happened with someone near and dear to me and I just took it to a whole other level that I should not have.

I freaked out because this person is on a new medication and of course, I read the dark bold face print warning on the label and well, you know, my Masters in Psychology went out the window and crazy faced lady came in instead.

Even though in the back of my mind I knew that everything was alright because well duh, I know this person and what they are capable of what they are not capable of but yet I went through these scenarios:

- Wrapped around a pole in a car accident
- Arrested because was hanging around the "wrong" crowd
- Lying in a ditch somewhere unconscious
- Arrested for getting into a fight
- Just completely lost their mind and wandering
- I even checked with the police department to see when they would update their website for arrests!! (YEAH, I KNOW CRAZY WTF?!?!)

There was nothing to be worried about but I just could not stop thinking the worst and I don't know why! It is not like me at all to do this.

My trust was called into question when I trust this person with the world and more and I hate that.

I hate that I put this person through hell over something so stupid and insignificant.

I hate that I put myself through this when I should have just relaxed and thought nothing of it like I have done many times before in similar situations.

There has to be something said about these damn warning labels on medication. They make things sound so much worse than they are and then make the sanest of people crazy.

It might have not helped that I had 2 full glasses of wine on an empty stomach when all this was going on as well.

All I know is that I lost my marbles but from now on, I will make sure to not read bold face print on medicine packaging,  not listening to commercials, and keeping the wine to a few sip minimum.

Because seriously, who wants to chase after a crazy lady searching for invisible marbles right?

And to this person who is near and dear to me - if you are reading this because I don't know if you do - I'm sorry for going crazy. I trust you more than you know and promise to never act like this again. You know that this was totally out of character for me and I cannot say sorry enough times for this. I hope you can forgive me for this and only give me shit for it for a limit of one year? XOXO


  1. I lose my marbles more than I should. I think maybe I'm the one who needs a medication - for that - losing my shit when it's not necessary. :/

  2. It's okay. We all lose our marbles now and again.

  3. I lose my marbles every now and then and it's not pretty. I get comfort in knowing that we all pretty much do! As long as we find them when we really, really need them.

  4. I hate admitting how many times I lose my marbles. So far, I keep finding them. I'm just waiting for the day that I lose them for good!


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