What bugged me the most though was that along with the loss of what day it is, I lost track of any work accomplishments. I wasn't even sure I was getting anything done anymore.
Writing something different seems like a cop out because the "job" (ie: the novel, the posts, the articles etc.) aren't getting done but a shift can perhaps provide the break you need.
You have to remember, I grew up being ashamed of my brown skin, always being told that "Indians" are dirty and lazy and stupid. When a child hears that, repeatedly, it becomes their truth. A person, like an adoptive mother, is difficult to ignore. My dad never said those things.