How Does It Feel To Be Brain Dead?
This is the toughest story I written. It was a clear struggle.
Yes, it is the toughest indeed. It is tough not because of the content or writing. I struggle to appropriately capture the sentiments I have. I am suffering from a mental fog. I couldn’t think straight.
I also struggle to find the right words to describe them.
Yes, I am brain dead.
For some reason, I couldn’t sleep for 8 hours in one sitting. I slept. Got up. Tossed and turned. Peed. Tossed and turned again. Slept. Got up. Repeat that routine throughout the night. Then replicate for 3 nights.
The end-result? The walking dead.
If I didn’t have prior client appointments, I guess I would have buttressed myself to the sofa. Fortunately, I was able to pull myself out of bed and get up.
The entire day felt like a fleeting experience. I couldn’t feel my legs touching the ground as I floated forward. For some reason, fluorescent lights within the mall and train stations seemed brighter than usual. I felt as if I was under strong luminous assault wherever I went.
Strange things happen when we are not ourselves.
