a tiny crack

Have you felt so tired that your bones ache? 

Tired after getting a full night’s rest. 

Standing up, my legs feel fuzzy and slow. 

I just want to lay down. 

My motivation wanes. 

Yesterday I was in hyperarousal. Today I’m in hypoarousal. There is something in the middle, a window of tolerance. 

My window is a tiny crack in a wall. I’d hardly call it a window. 

It helps knowing why I feel this way. I’m not crazy. I’m not worthless. There is some middle ground that exists, somewhere. 

I have to keep walking til I find it. 

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