11.12.25
Did anyone get the license plate number of the semi that ran me over? Wow. I could feel the sickness creeping up for about a week, coming and going in waves, but by Sunday after the meeting, I got completely steamrolled. It’s been strange working from home all week, not going to meetings, not journaling (aside from a few scratch notes so I wouldn’t forget things). I could barely keep up with my daily readings. Honestly, it’s taken everything I’ve got just to stay upright for more than a few hours without needing to crash again.
I ended up with a lot of 1:1 time with myself…and that’s always a little fucking scary. Somewhere in that haze I realized the guilt I was feeling came from comparing this downtime to the isolation I used to slip into when I was drinking. But this isn’t that sister. Not even close.
It’s okay to rest when your body needs it. In fact, if I had listened sooner and taken it a little easier, I probably wouldn’t have gotten hit this hard. Lesson learned…again.
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