I woke up feeling awful

It is probably the medicine I took last night. For some reason caffeine makes me so sick and crazy once it is going through and then out of my system. Then there was the constant drilling right out side my window, which lead to thoughts of my anxiety, my body aching laying down on an uncomfortable space on my bed, the memory of fear of feeling isolated of having no one to save me, to mourad and I not doing well…be alone. Why can’t I fix us. ugh.

I told myself what I always tell myself: The day is not done yet, once you get up you will feel better.

Then my mind shifted to all I have to do before the other American comes back. The loooooooong length of time I am here.

Yet, it is also a gift. #getupdear

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