Even though we should celebrate life I must admit it is sometimes really hard. The 1000 questions have triggered more fatigue.
It took me six hours to recover and I’m still not okay. There’s a lack of oxygen and it feels as if I drown in my on fluids. I did sleep-tweet-sleep-tweet. Impossible to keep my eyes open. These narcoleptic times are hard. You feel guilty that you can not control your senses, your deeply auto neurological functions.
This broken body is not keeping up with a broken mind. And I am simply torn apart inside. There’s no continuity in progress. I am on my couch. It has been a bed and work space to me. And now it’s killing me softly.