I deceive myself so easily. I promise myself that I’m absolutely, resolutely fine. I tell myself all I need is to start a new routine. I hold myself up on these stilts of fragile smiles and over-enthusiastic nods. I’m brittle and always off balance.
Read MoreI had plans, big plans, vacations, reunions, and new adventures. Things were booked but I’d been a soggy heap for the past month. Coalescing into a more-or-less-capable-human shape was exhausting. I was sweating to keep that shape together for my work week, and I was consistently failing.
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