Hi friends,
I struggle with what to do when you don’t feel good enough to work.
I’m writing to you from the living room couch, after watching Queer Eye while doing my physical therapy exercises for my hip. But am I truly sitting on the couch present in this moment? Right now, I think I am. But earlier today, that wasn’t the case.
This morning, I was stressing, just sitting there. Then I was doomscrolling. Then I opened the thing I’m supposed to be writing. Then I got an email about my class. It still wasn’t time for lunch. I wondered if I should vacuum. I burst into tears with a huge sense of grief and loss. Then I became numb again. I ate lunch.
