I actually wonder sometimes if I have brain damage, possibly from being deathly ill as an infant. In truth it is me trying to suss out some reason for why I’ve always had difficulties with focusing. Yes, I have mentioned before about feeling as though my mind is mired in mud, but it is a life-long problem. Time simply passes for me. I sit and do nothing for much of my free time, getting the minimal amount accomplished. I’m not even spending the time watching shows or movies. I simply exist. I have been getting frustrated beyond imagining lately with myself over this. The depression certainly doesn’t help.
I had a rough plan of where this was going, but it escapes me.