Days in lockdown: 275 Mental status: mental cycling I confessed to my therapist at our last session I had begun cycling again and I was overly exhausted trying to keep my shit together. The relief of telling them that was palpable, and I slept easier that night than I had in a few weeks. I felt like it was a dirty secret I was holding in because I’m full of pride that to admit I was ill is a weakness.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your…
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Days in lockdown: 275 Mental status: mental cycling I confessed to my therapist at our last session I had begun cycling again and I was overly exhausted trying to keep my shit together. The relief of telling them that was palpable, and I slept easier that night than I had in a few weeks. I felt like it was a dirty secret I was holding in because I’m full of pride that to admit I was ill is a weakness.