Once a week I need to take a break.  On that day I do nothing seemingly productive.  I read, write, play with my craft supplies, pray, listen to music and the radio, search the internet, look at one of my favorite television shows Keeping Up Appearances, and of course, bake myself some chocolate chip cookies.  I also think about my thinking.  It seems my body and mind needs it.  It allows me to function  the rest of the week.  I wonder if  this need comes from dissociation and depression or it’s just a part of being human.  Maybe it’s some of both.