Thoughts and feelings along those lines have lingered with me throughout the day. Mostly I'm fine, but there are a few telltale signs of my preoccupation (such as making my bed a scant hour or two before retiring there for the evening).
Not sure which I want worse: to be understood or to understand myself. Both are slippery prospects; gave myself a headache and knotted stomach in the attempt today. Again, I'm mostly fine— I just hate facing my limits and my losses, and it's no better when I can't assess exactly what those are.
Don't feel myself slowing down yet, so this may be a long night. Not terrible, just a little haunted. Perhaps the tea will help.