My wake up call came about four years ago. I was stuck in a cycle. Everyday I would get up around 5 a.m., get ready for work, and complete my shift at the hospital. I would come home and immediately find something for my dog Lady to chew, anything to keep her distracted. It was as if I had no energy to pull from. I melted into my couch and slept away the rest of my day, and eventually I would wake up hungry and groggy. Take out grub or some processed junk out of a box became dinner. After eating I would take poor Lady for a walk, come home, and numb out in front of the TV for a few hours before going to bed.
No reading. No cooking delicious whole foods. No writing. No art projects. No crafts. No volunteering. Nothing that made my heart or soul happy. Did I mention I was only 25 at the time? Why on earth was I so freaking exhausted? Why was I wasting these precious years of my life sleeping on the couch?...
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