No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Fatigue, exhaustion, and (I guess?) depression continued into their fifth day, having haunted me since Friday.
Today it was like a wall fell on me while I was at the zoo, where I was trying to get in a mental health trip in advance of Friday’s surgery and its resulting five days of being tethered to a catheter. I’d barely arrived before I was having trouble thinking and moving. It didn’t help that my favorite of the zoo’s domestic goats was missing-in-action, and being the last remaining of the old guard at around fifteen years, I fear the worst.
The problem with the way I experience this kind of autistic exhaustion (and whatever the fatigue is, and whyever the depressive symptoms are happening) is that even once I get myself home my brain is too abuzz for sleep, so it’s just basically being awake and tortured.
It’s a sort of vague, dull, inescapable agony.
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Originally published to write.house by Bix Frankonis. Comments and replies by email are welcome.