I think about MS. I think about what it's done to me and how much I dislike it.
I think about work. I think about sites that I have a problem at, or sites that need some help. I think about the staff struggling at the moment, or the kids that are struggling. I think about everything I have to do on my to-do list.
I wonder if I'm destined to be lonely.
I think about my mom. I think about the regrets I have, my last times with her, my favorite times I've spent with her, the things she has taught me.
I think about my dad. I think about his health failing him and how I'm very scared I will one day have to think of him like my mom.
I think about my brother and how responsible and compassionate he has grown to be. He amazes me frequently.
I think about my sister and her pregnancy. I worry about her and the baby and I'm sad to be so far away from her during the time.
I think about finances and what bills are coming up. I try to figure out how I'm going to pay them all.
I think about personal things in my life that I need to get done. Generally, it's cleaning, sending mail, getting an oil change, putting laundry away, taking clothes to Goodwill.
I think about therapy. I think about the topics that I need to address and I figure out how to bring them up. I think about how often I think about death in that particular day, week or month. Then I think about how pessimistic I'm being, and try to put a positive spin on it.
Then I think that I hate quiet time and stop it. That might be turning on the TV, radio, going online, something, because when everything is quiet, my mind always goes a bad way.