The last few weeks have been… “intense” would be a good word. “Good” intense, as it were, goals to be met, dragons to be slain, sleep to be lost, but still.
This morning, scraping my sorry ass out of bed and preparing to meet the day, I froze at one point in my routine.
Something was off. I was fuzzy, couldn’t put my finger on it quite yet, but something was definitely off.
Hey, Siri! Tell me about dissociative disorders!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 