Ah, my mind. The mind is an unusual thing. You don't control it. It controls you. My mind is a whirring machine that doesn't think about just one thing at a time. Rather it spins masses of thoughts, feelings and physical/psychological sensations all at once. Nothing cohers - not even my thoughts and feelings. They are detached from each other. I feel overloarded by things to do. I don't work so I have all day to myself and can't figure out why I feel overwhelmed by thoughts of things to do. It creates a very strong uneasy feeling.

Also, I feel as if all described above is only a thin sheath - layer - that covers my body. I imagine it as a type of membrane that adhers to my body and surrounds the real me. Somehow I belive that I should be able to peel back this layer and shed this separate skin but I can't right now. I feel like a captive.