I couldn’t drink enough water or eat enough or run enough today. I couldn’t sleep enough or reach out enough or be present enough.

Nausea, from a never-ending migraine that dulls to 50% when I medicate it, made all my decisions.

It’s my muscles—they’ve been in fight or flight for weeks now and it’s wreaking havoc on everything. Every cell in my body is on high alert and processing, processing, processing until processing becomes impossible or meets a dead end and then I just want to cry. Because isn’t this over, yet?

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