A letter to my brain

fountain pen and piece of paper

I’ve seen several bloggers do this lately, so I thought I would join in the party.

Dear brain,

Seriously, wtf?  I used to be quite fond of you, but it’s turned into a bit of a love-hate situation. Sometimes you serve me very well, working like a finely tuned orchestra.  Other times I feel like I’ve got a head full of jello.  Is this some kind of sick revenge for who knows what?  Are you mad at me for the funky bugs I’ve picked up along the way in my quest to travel the world?  Or for my partying phase when I was younger? Are you trying for early retirement?

Well listen up, you may think you’re running the show here, but the rest of me is here too and not willing to just sit back and let you be in the pilot’s seat all the time. You’re infected by this depression BS, and we need to get control of this thing.

By the way, if you think of any ways we might be able to do that (what with thinking being your job and all), please let me know.

xo

Ashley

Image credit: Álvaro Serrano on Unsplash

23 thoughts on “A letter to my brain

  1. MandK says:

    “People do it all the time, they talk to themselves; See themselves as they’d like to be, they don’t have the courage you do – To just run with it…” –Fight Club

    Projective Cast +100D

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