Thank you. I wish I'd had this analogy a year ago. One day I *had to* get out to run an errand; it was one of those things that makes your life fall down around your ears if you don't get it done. I dragged my butt out of bed, skipped showering because there was just no way, spent way too long pulling random dirty clothes over my body because finding clean ones was too much, and practically crawled down the stairs. As I forced all the energy I could muster into the act of opening the door, watching my arm move toward the doorknob in slow motion, a voice from the living room called out, "While you're out, could you pick up some milk?" I sat down on the floor and cried.
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