Racing thoughts is like going on a journey of ideas in a matter of seconds. Songs just pop up in your head, followed by screams, dialogues with yourself, past events that overwhelm you, this and that, that and this, nothing at all. It's a torture, that I tell you. The voice inside your head won't shut up, and the worst part is that you can't understand a thing of what it's trying to tell you.
Today has been the worst day of my life relating to racing thoughts. I was on medication for a few months, and suddenly stopped them because of mixing with alcohol (apparently, I've an alcohol problem now, too), man, it's so bad, it's so bad. You try to sleep. Nope, your mind's too active for that. You try to take a walk to calm it- nope, it just gets worse. You try to eat but can't even taste the food much because your mind is simply somewhere else, simply not present in the moment.
So you end up apologizing for something that you had no control of, but your mind is telling you that you're guilty. Yeah, you're guilty for everything, nobody else is to blame, it's all your fault, you're the burden. STOP. SHUT UP.
It's so hard.
This post is racing thoughts.