If I had to find a word to describe how I’ve felt all day it would be disturbed. I know there has to be a better word out there somewhere but it doesn’t reside in my vocabulary.

I woke up with an extremely bizarre dream prominently placed in my mind, my mouth was horribly dry and my stomach was in my throat. Since then I’ve tried to interpret the dream, find moisture at every turn and settle my stubborn tummy. Nothing has been successful. The dream continues to haunt, my mouth remains deserted and my stomach has now found comfort within my head.

What a horrible day.

I’ve had no control over my emotions and the day has been riddled with revelations that I don’t recall asking for. I hate feeling helpless, being restless and bottling everything up. There needs to be an outlet. However, despite the wretchedness of the day, I am reluctant to admit that it is good to know that I do still feel on a deep level. It has been a long time since I’ve felt this uncomfortable. As sad as it is, I do hope that this disturbed feeling will embrace me tomorrow morning.

Feeling something is better than not feeling at all.