My mornings have been rough. I have this overwhelming feeling of doom that feels like little tiny ants all over my body. Sometimes these feelings push me to the edge. Push me to thoughts that do not serve me in anyway. Some call it anxiety. Some call it crazy. I call it a call to action and a message to move my body.
These past few days, I was at the edge. I couldn’t figure out the basis, the push towards this not so great state.
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