People often ask what it’s like living with the unknown. Truth told, this morning started exactly where last night left off.
Brain fog.
It’s not romantic. You know, that Hollywood mysterious scene in movies where the protagonist stares pensively out a rain-soaked window and see the person forever adored. No. This is the kind where you open your eyes and your first genuine, unfiltered thought is, “Why the fuck did I wake up?” Then, looking at the ceiling, “What the hell God?”