I’m low, but going through my process, attempting to make it through each day without calling in sick or leaving early from work.
Stepping on my machine without getting off before I planned.
Interacting with my family as if I’m not feeling this low. They don’t buy it…
I’m doing what I need to do, that’s what matters, but this feeling all my feelings shit is not easy.
I have no more anesthesia, I have to keep reminding myself that this is my new life and I get to feel it.