“I’ll be fine. The weight is just heavy. You just need to take a break and sit. You’re strong enough to push through it, like you’ve done countless times before.”
( …but, sometimes, it’s nice when others say it for me, too.
…but, no one can help you other than you… right? )
Has anyone else ever felt the residual sadness/anxiety/fear of a nightmare continue on to haunt them throughout the day?
Shit hurts as if I was hurt irl