More so in the early happy go lucky days than in the post bomb depression. Would get lost in the songs and loose track.
After bomb, music was a problem. So much of it reminded me of a life I felt would not return. I only allowed myself to go through the same stack of six discs that became safe music. They did not distract me or take me into the past. Qualified me for a rubber room I guess.
Forced myself to not let go of awareness, knowing what might happen. Driving was a time I tried hard to push things out of my mind. They always snuck back in at red lights.
I hate red lights.
You might start thinking about any meditation or yoga groups in your area. These things help reduce mind chatter and stress. It becomes one time every week you can count on clearing your mind of these things and you would begin to depend on it like a booster shot. Other fun things to try are memorizing and singing Amazing Grace or repeating Lord's Prayer until you realize you stopped doing it a few minutes ago. I guess that leads us right back to wondering "how did I get here"
