I woke up this Monday morning feeling still as exhausted as if I hadn’t slept at all. I had a headache, a stomachache, and just wanted to go back to bed. I hate being sick. I hate feeling like there is life I want to live and things I want to do and, instead, I am in a state of forced rest. I hate the running list of things I could/should be doing in my…
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