Long story short, couldn’t find keys, checked communal buckets, retraced steps, asked everywhere only to find keys in my “secret” jacket pocket that I have no recollection of putting there. Is this my dodgy thyroid, effects of stopping HRT 6 weeks ago, stress from husband moving abroad for work and 3 offspring pursuing life elsewhere, C-PTSD, or stress from working with challenging teenagers and actively seeking ways to join my husband to focus on self. Am I being unreasonable to think my cup run over with old coping life mechanisms failing or do I need to get a grip? My brain has stalled.