I got to that part of my morning routine about 20 years ago and haven’t finished yet. It really does take forever.
The mourning routine. My sleep just had to die.
I used to have pretty bad anxiety attacks first thing in the morning. I’d lay there with my chest pounding, unable to move, freaking out about little things like “oh god I have to mop the floors today.”
It got to the point where I’d set my alarm for an hour earlier so that I’d have time for it.
I got better.
How? Serious question. My bf is having this exact problem. Daily. It’s bad.
Momentum.
Every morning I think it would be better if I didn’t wake up :(
Stamets woke up this morning and chose violence.
We doing alright there?
He’s just sharing what a lot of us are thinking.
I’m there with everyone else. I just meant that my man Stamets has been downright assaulting my feels this morning with a number of posts.
It’s only going to get worse.
mourning routine
