An overly full brain....

I'm having one of those periods where the brain chatter doesn't stop and any positive thoughts struggle to get through. I think it's stemming from having too much time on my hands combined with the sort of low-level melancholy that makes any meaningful activity that would help assuage these thoughts very difficult. And self kindness requires a degree of self worth, which a malfunctioning brain simply can't summon. And so the perpetual cycle continues. Modern life offers so much, but delivers so little in terms of substance and meaning. No wonder we have a mental health crisis. As part of my art year of investigating mental health, I'm going to try to figure out what works for me. And then be strict enough with myself to keep out what makes me ill and only let in what nourishes my soul.