How?

No, not an orientalist greeting of an Indian, but instead an entreaty. How the hell do I…do I do anything? All I know I can do at this point is text message and drink caffeine. Most days I trust myself to drive. That’s where I feel my functioning lasts.

 

This is may be where I end up when I don’t go to meetings. My mind feels broken.

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