I’m still doing all those things I’m supposed to be doing, waiting for this sense of OKness to rise up from inside and make me whole. Diet! Exercise! Oil Cleansing Method! They are all prophetic of late. I’ve traded in my dry skin for break-outs, and my weight stays exactly
My brain turned off a few weeks ago. A surge protector switch flipped, or vestigial hibernation happened, or something. The part that thinks is now in the dark, inaccessible. I can’t seem to kick it back on. I’m eating healthy, not drinking, getting exercise, changing clothes, smiling at children, etc.