Arguing with my brain again. Stress is winning. Worries have me scared fierce. My inner cat is in hiding.

Today’s round woke me from a dead sleep at 4am. Katherine followed suit not even an hour later, so I stayed up. Now at 3pm I merely wish to crawl back to bed, if only I weren’t working 45 min away from it.

“Let It Be” by The Beatles has become my mantra today through my hoarse voice and tears.

I hope it carries me through, may the gods help me pull up.

I hear them and see them, but my brain keeps telling me it’s all lies. I don’t know what to trust right now, and feel I’ve been lied to one too many times. Clinging to my tiny shred of hope, that it’ll rescue me one more time.