Maybe it's the meds.
Maybe it's my age.
Maybe it's my brain slowly and painfully accepting, really-truly-I-swear-this-friggin-time, that everything I'd dreamt about my career, social life, body and mind are now 100% swept off the table, to be replaced with cats, early bedtimes, pc games, loneliness, silence.
Maybe it's the meds.
When the hub is home, it's all a bit better. He's my anti-panic. He's my hero.
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