My post-vaccine era of absolute joy is over.
The glorious days when my head didn’t have other worries and I was focused on art and writing, came to a sudden halt throwing me off the vehicle straight through wind shield.
This reminds me of hitman’s body guard scene..
watch it people, watch it!
Back to real world and real life problems.
“I’m dying” is becoming a usual reply to “how are you?” I’m afraid the day I’m actually dying nobody will believe me.
A friend said that to me, “you say that so often I won’t believe you when it actually happens”
Which is kinda scary.
After workout today I was laying on mat like this for an eternity.
I was thinking of all the ways rescue team will enter my apartment to resurrect me because I felt like a bulldozer ran over me.
They say about workout, if you keep at it, it gets easier…it’s been months! When is the easier part going to happen?
I think it goes for whole life. Nothing gets easier ever!
And then you have to pick your fractured self up and take care of mountains of chores that accumulated because you chose to rest a few days.
I miss mom..
And why do we have to grow up and be adults, it’s torture.
It’s been 2 days and I felt like I’m going in reverse gear on jet speed, so I talked to my therapist (bff) Sam to come up with a schedule.
There’s not one thing I can skip right now.
All I can do is plan and pace myself according.
Planning to live my life like sensible humans from tomorrow, I have slim hope of that happening but no harm is trying right?
Thanks for tolerating.
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