Besieged by anxiety dreams all night, punctuated by being awake for an hour at two-in-the-morning with nausea that made me afraid to move. It’s discoloring my view of the morning, and of myself, and of the very idea of facing anything, or getting up, or eating.

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.