chicken_soup_for_my_brain ovenbird My brain misfires in frightening ways these days. I hope it’s just a case of being absent_minded. I hope it’s just regular aging and perimenopause and the endless stress of life and parenting but I have a lot of intrusive_thoughts about the various forms of dementia it could be. The other day I was bringing my son home from an appointment. We walked to the parking lot and then I got into the passenger seat of the car. I sat there for at least a full minute. I sat there like it was a totally normal thing to do while my son stared at me like I was on fire. And then I had this sudden, and startling, realization that I definitely could not drive the car from the passenger seat. And I had a terrifying moment where I tried to piece together what would have possessed me to get in on that side when I almost NEVER get in on that side. I’m the driver well over ninety percent of the time. This was not a force of habit moment. My son and I laughed at my blunder, but in my mind I was panicking. My mind is my refuge and it could so easily be taken from me. In the evening I read a good book, like I was trying to feed it, like I was giving my brain some chicken_noodle_soup and a back rub and saying, “you’ll feel better in the morning, just get some rest, I promise you’ll feel better.” 251026 what's it to you? who go blather from