That absurd energy is back. My eyes are wide, I keep catching myself holding my breath, and I am itching to do something.
I have to remind myself to eat. Both yesterday and today were a challenge—it’s like I don’t feel hungry in the same way I did only last week. Now I have a pit inside my stomach at all times, even after a meal, and I’m beginning to get used to it.
My mouth is still like cotton.
My anxiety is ever present, but this energy makes me a little happier, at least. This feels important.