My head is so very heavy, weighing down on my neck, drooping like a wilted daisy, my few remaining petals precariously dangling. There’s a cloud inside my mind that’s filled with rumbling, grumpy thunder. I can’t seem to ignore it.
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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