That way madness lies.

Who likes to deal with messy feelings? Not me. I finally feel as if I am getting back on an even keel again, but I still have triggers or rather a trigger. And it makes me wonder if my entire adulthood has been a lie. Here I am over thinking things again. It probably isn't that deep. I'm going to stop the train of thought. I need to acknowledge the feelings but not let them overwhelm me.

That way madness lies. *

Lear:
No, I will weep no more. In such a night
To shut me out? Pour on; I will endure.
In such a night as this? O Regan, Goneril!
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all—
O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.
King Lear Act 3, scene 4, 17–22





Old thoughts: thinking about a subject until I am ill
New thought: thinking about an important subject and putting it away before I over analyze it

I'm not sure how much sense that makes to people who don't over-analyze. But this is a difficult mountain for me to climb. I can do it though