Here I thought I'd invented a word. It turns out that Mindstorms is a registered trademark for a Lego system that enables kids and adults to build their own robots.
"Mindstorm" occurred to me today as a way to describe a kind of fierce onslaught of worry, anxiety, paranoia, and turmoil. It can feel very much like a storm. It may grow gradually - first a cloud thought, then a gradually darkening sky, then the pitter patter of grim worry-thoughts. Then the wind may pick up. The storm can get very fierce indeed - like an attack from demons coming from far and wide. It can last for days.
Like any other storm, it ends. The mental sky is clear, even sunny. There's a memory of worries, fears, guilts, shames. But it's only a memory.
Emily Carr is quoted in her latest biography The Forest Lover, really an historical novel, as saying "Weather makes us passionate." As far as I know, she wasn't thinking of mindstorms. But perhaps it still applies.
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