It's The Little Signs That Matter

Prepare for the woo-woo, and I'm sorry if this seems vulnerable or crazy.

I’m not going to try to mince words. I’ve been sick as a dog lately. Part of it is exhaustion. I’ve been working 10 hours a day minimum, often closer to 15, while also keeping house, attending meetings, and caring for family.

Part of it is a really bad food reaction—the second time this happened with Taco Bell in a row, goddamn it. Part of it is my C-PTSD flaring up worse and worse every day, possibly due to my lack of sleep and attempts at abstaining from alcohol.

Long story short, I feel like ass on a cracker and my mental health has been taking a toll from the sheer amount of overwork I have to do in order to make ends meet. It’s been getting to the point where I started to pass out at my computer.

Thankfully, I’ll be able to rest up after this week—and I will make a point of doing so.