Honestly? This week was rough.
Not catastrophic. Not end-of-the-world. Just the kind of week where everything felt like it had extra friction.
The simplest tasks turned into puzzles. The puzzles turned into migraines. And the migraines? Well, they showed up wearing dental scrubs.
Between crown drama (again), trying to get the right info from people who clearly don’t want to give it, and dragging myself through thoughts of workouts but ended in Netflix and YouTube marathons—I’m tired. Not just physically. Existentially.
You know when even your "small wins" come with disclaimers?
Yeah. That kind of week.
I still showed up, though. Wrote a bit. Worked. Did not stick to my routine. (because it happens)
And I tried—really tried—to not spiral into full-on “What’s the point?” mode. That counts for something, right?
There were a few good moments:
A walk. A decent meal. A brief second where I felt proud of how far I’ve come even if the progress feels invisible to everyone else.
Sometimes, surviving the week is the win.
So yeah, not a highlight reel. But still here. Still going.
And maybe next week will feel a little lighter. Or maybe it won’t. Either way I’ll keep showing up. Writing.
Even if it’s with a sore jaw and aches from the long hike last week