*I laid in bed this morning and for a second I wondered what it would be like to not leave there. Because I read about it all the time. People who lay still for minutes, hours. Days. The urge is always so strong. To think that my need to be still is more important than all the others. And the needs of the people around me. What would I say and do if they came to me wanting? Would I be able to deny them? Would they understand that I couldn't? That somehow they had to go on without me for a few minutes? Hours? Days?
And I get up because being still is not an option.
*It's election year. And this is how I feel. About all of it.