State of Ambivalence: Woman with White Gloves
She was like a cat on a fence, neither fully committed to staying nor willing to jump off.
Saddies
She was like a wilting flower, her petals drooping and her face turned down in a permanent frown.
Apollo Ex Mentis
It is the mark of an educated mind to entertain a thought without accepting it. – Aristotle, Metap
Brain Fog
Her thoughts were like a jumbled mess of string, impossible to untangle or make sense of.