Originally written on December 14, 2021
Eyes half closed and puffy. I turn on the kettle. I thought I had slept well but I keep waking up exhausted. It’s as though I close my eyes and wait for morning rather than fall asleep. I bought vitamin D. Hopefully that will carry me through these short dark days. I’m not much fun to talk to. Making it out of bed feels like a monumental task. My body is here writing. My brain is softly floating away looking for a place to hide for a while. I can’t blame it.
