October 29, 2014 by Christine Hoover
Kyle and I sat at dinner out, away from children, and I still couldn't relax and enjoy myself. I was distracted, and had been consistently for weeks. Slumped at the table, I stared at him and tried to explain how I was feeling.
Me: I feel overrun with thoughts and emotions, many of them sad and discontented and that I can't figure out. My brain feels like it's being pulled in a million different directions. What is going on with me?
Kyle, after listening to my winding trail of thoughts for many minutes: You check email a lot. You're on your phone a lot.