I have been going through it lately. Depressed, anxious, can't sit still, etc...
My husband and I were sitting on the bed this morning and he said-
"Do you know what I think your problem is?"
I, of course, panic.
Hubbs-"You're depressed, but you're in manic mode. You can't focus or finish a thought."
Me-"That's what you think?"
Hubbs-"Yes, I do. It's been coming on for a while now."
Me-"What am I going to make for dinner tonight? And what exactly are we doing today? Are we painting?.....Oh my god, you're right."
It made me want to cry, the realization that he was so much more aware of my current mental condition than I am.
I'm thankful that he is aware, and able to help me through this. And that he realizes when I interrupt him or change the subject I'm not being rude, I just can't focus right now. My thoughts are flying at me, I can't make a decision, and the world is currently a very scary place.