Discombobulated

You ever have one of those days?  Scratch that, one of those weeks?  Or two?  Where everything feels a little…upside down?  Like you’re wearing something that just doesn’t fit right.  But not like a pair of ill-fitting pants, more like an ill-fitting…skin?  Not sadness, but awkwardness and discomfort…with yourself.  Where the things you say don’t quite fit what you’re thinking, where the things you do don’t quite reflect you.  Work doesn’t feel right, family doesn’t feel right, nothing feels  like it belongs.  And yet it’s all there; it’s all yours, the same as it’s always been.

I think the word “discombobulated” describes it perfectly.  The sound of those syllables rolling off my tongue resembles the feeling I have to a tee, and I suppose naming the problem is half the battle.  And yet, how do you fix being discombobulated?  I’m not really sure.  I’m sure I’ll snap out of it soon, and I know this is likely a period of growth for me.  But like all growth, this is a little uncomfortable and disconcerting.

So in the mean time, I’m spending a lot of time in my head sorting things out, trying to be kinder to myself and to those around me, trying to get some extra rest when I can (exhaustion may be playing a significant role in this), letting myself have a good cathartic cry when I need it, I’m planning to make a visit to my family practitioner to make sure there’s no underlying biological reasons for feeling this way, and I’m indulging myself when I feel like I need something yummy, or yummier.

Tell me, what kinds of things do YOU do to take care of yourself when you feel discombobulated?  Do you have any tricks for snapping out of it?