I need answers.

I assume I should write something to start with but I struggle to start so that is it. First paragraph done, we can get to the point.

I can't figure it out. I have all the dots in my head but it's so chaotic it seem like i'm unable to connect them to create an image, to find the root cause.

For the last few weeks I'm obsessively trying to understand why my executive functions aren't working as they should. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I never thought about this, as since i was reffered for assesment by my GP over one year ago, I've been leading internal dialog creating scenario where I try to the best of my abillity describe how my brain works, every day, all day. Is this obsessive and intrussive, restrospective self-analyzation driven by need to understand? Natural childlike curiosity that never disapeard?

Why is it that I can sacriffice all my time, even the one that supposed to be spent with family, on thinking, analyzing, rationalizing and thus withdrawing from other activities both social and asocial that used to bring me calmnes/rest and to some level satisfaction?

Are those forementioned activities no longer stimmulate me enough and as a result more grand, complex projects are involuntary being chosen by my brain? after all, washing dishes will only affect three of us, while my theories may bring help to at least 160 million people. Maybe it is the scale of reward that is important?

Why I obsessively walk back and forth the room? I know it helps me thinking but is it my brain subconsciously stimulate my neural pathways in CBGTC loop through activation of motor neuroreceptors, or maybe opositie is correct? Why do I smoke more in last few weeks? Is it nicotinic acetylcholine receptors demand more nicotine? Or maybe the abundance of nicotine cause my agitation? What is the cause and what effect.

It so easy to mistake corelation and causation.

I'm so restless, so driven demanding answers from myself to the point where I call MH institution, GP, even now this forum, but all those I spoke with are either clerks and administrators or clinicians with no expertise in field and claim I have better understanding of the subject.

How? You spent 6 years of studying and yet somehow my 20h of research in to subject give me better understanding? Are you not comming back home thinking and analyzing your clinical cases obsessively? Trying to find the answers? Can you not see the patterns?

This and million more questions while I'm unemployed for last 3 months, with virtually no money, two carrier bags full of documents that need sorting, sink full of dishes, garden is a mess, struggling with staying hydrated, mortgage need paying, bills stacking up, haven't had a decent sleep in months, haven't dream in years, I can't fill in job application because i don't understand what exactly they want me to write. What are employers expectation? Or maybe it is paralyzing fear of failure that stops me from trying? I'm getting emmotional meltdowns in front of my 7yo daughter, because I feel like I am failing in being a parent and partner on fundamental basis. Why is complex easier the banal?

Can any one provide my with some helpfull advice how to live? Look after my self? Look after my family? How to switch my brain off? How to deal with society?

Two thousand years ago, I would be philosopher, today i'm weirdo.

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  • Two thousand years ago, I would be philosopher, today i'm weirdo.

    I read you. I hear you. I do that too. I think on the other side of your assessment, it might settle. My report helped a lot in this regard. Keep thinking, you will have your moment(s) of clarity.

    Today you are so not a weirdo, you are a philosopher. :-)

    As for the domestic, can you cultivate the art of doing it on auto pilot? Devote half a brain cell to it, while the rest of your admirable grey matter does the more important philosophical work. I'm sort of getting the hang of that now, especially if I can imbue the domestic with rhythm.

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  • Two thousand years ago, I would be philosopher, today i'm weirdo.

    I read you. I hear you. I do that too. I think on the other side of your assessment, it might settle. My report helped a lot in this regard. Keep thinking, you will have your moment(s) of clarity.

    Today you are so not a weirdo, you are a philosopher. :-)

    As for the domestic, can you cultivate the art of doing it on auto pilot? Devote half a brain cell to it, while the rest of your admirable grey matter does the more important philosophical work. I'm sort of getting the hang of that now, especially if I can imbue the domestic with rhythm.

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  • can you cultivate the art of doing it on auto pilot?

    Yes, I do. That's why all plates, bowls and glass are chipped, I don't realise I have to lift them a bit higher to avoid collisions with other items as I try to put them away.

    Same with locking doors, getting anything from somewhere where I'm not.

    My coping mechanism is minimalism. If I have one plate and it is dirty, I have to wash it in order to use it.

    But my wife is sort of a hoarder and has very artistic traits, she is also left hand dominant and most likely right hemisphere dominant. I'm the opposite so it causes conflicts as I find it difficult to understand her point of view.

    I think on the other side of your assessment, it might settle.

    Do you mean my thinking will settle during an assessment? I am terrified of doctors. There is part of my that want to trust them, but fear from misunderstanding and judgement causes me to withdraw, I assume it's my severe RSD that is the cause, but i'm not sure.

    I still haven't  filled 'additional information' form I have received from assessment facility over a year ago. Partially because I don't know what they expect me to write, partially because of my fear of failure, partially because I don't do well with open questions as my memory work in mysterious way.

    I have called them and explained that people who struggle the most are the one needing help the most, yet I'm denied any support, they can't see my logic. I feel helpless and hopeless.