A dither. A tither. A tizzy. That's the way I feel right now. Its in my head though, from what I'm seeing around me, outside of my own physical and mental bubble nothing is in a dither, a tither and a tizzy. Its all in my own scatter-brained head. There's this instinct called flight or fight. We all get the message behind the saying. The one I'm thinking of right now is hit or hide. Or maybe that's not at all logical and fitting. I don't know. This fits in with my tizziness. I feel very fragile. Emotionally fragile. Like a china tea cup. Or one of those caves, that has millions of sharp, huge icicles hanging down from the ceiling. Tea cups are very delicate. And one wrong step, sound or movement in one of those caves is not going to have a good outcome. I'm not as bad as one of those caves, but its a good metaphor. I feel fragile. I'm having trouble putting words together in my head, and saying them out loud. I'm dragging through everyday, every motion. Everything. Nothing has been easy and at a normal pace lately.