Dec 13
Yesterday I finally stabilised enough to go do something - if you squint. When I woke up I was not great. This is, sadly, nothing new. I won't get into it. But. The usual shifting myriad of alarming issues that has if not exactly become normalised for me, is just a wearisome typical list of things that in a normal person would have you scurrying to the doctor about. I have stuck to my porridge only, water only diet for 4 days at this point. I have followed blow by blow the advice from chatgpt. And it has done a good job in levelling me out. I ended up sleeping again after getting up, a very deep sleep, submerged in cotton wool and heaviness. But no nausea. To be honest. It's not the worst thing. It's. Not normal. You are so deep. It's hard to come out of. And when you do, it sticks to you. And there is an odd kind of pain kick as you come up from the deeps. Like pulling a muscle in your chest. A tug on your heart. As it refuses to kickstart. And it drags you back from ...