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Early Thursday morning, I woke up and had a completely surreal episode of strange symptoms that came and went with no predictability. I can’t say how long it lasted, because I lost consciousness a couple of times. The best guess I could throw at it was a panic attack with
She felt the void on the bookshelf as if it were her empty stomach, compressing and demanding to be filled. The Book could be hers again, but only at a terrible cost: the deepest secret she’s ever held. Only she knew the truth of the experiment, as she was the
“I’m neither an optimist, nor a pessimist, but a possibilist.” – Max Lerner Writing prompt: Write about all the possibility when chasing your dreams. I’ve said I’m a realist, but that was before I came across the term “possibilist.” I am absolutely a possibilist. The term applies to me in
I wake up way before I “need” to every day. In the early days of my RA & fibromyalgia diagnoses, I really needed this time to wake up fully. More recently, I’m able to wake up faster, so this is a good time to write. Since the pandemic became a
Gabrielle says I need to start journaling again. I couldn’t agree more. So here I am.