This entire break I’ve felt like a statue. I want to move, but at the same time I don’t. It takes a lot of effort to get myself up and going, and when I finally get there I need to remind myself not to stop.
In theory being back at school with a shitload of work should remedy the situation, but even then when I take a break I know I’ll still have that feeling.
Surely it would be better not to focus on the problem. It just becomes difficult when it follows me wherever I go. Even if I’m enjoying myself, my mind isn’t fully in the here and now.
It’s not anyone’s fault. I just need some sun and warmth. That’s what usually makes everything better.
