It's easy to get weighed down, I find. I keep returning to rumination and the feeling of being unsettled and to catastrophizing. I fear that it will never change, but that's my fear and my fear is a liar.
Hope tastes really weird, and thoughts of impending doom are so delicious.
Every day I work on my goals. Things are changing. A couple of months ago, even just going out for a walk was hard and I felt vulnerable. Lately I enjoy it. I feel like it's doing me good. But I also run every day now, as a separate thing.
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