Some days, when I sit down to write this blog, I struggle with what tone to convey. I want it to be realistic, but not too negative. Optimistic, but not phony. Ultimately, I want to make sure that what I say is true. But throughout any given day, there are so many truths, and they all have moods that go along with them.

I now have to use a fist to punch the microwave open. I rarely bother doing this, but in a pinch, it does work. My fingers get tired of typing, and today I tried using my knuckles instead (not recommended.) I sometimes open the refrigerator, see what I want, and know that there is absolutely no way I can get it.

That’s all on the downer side of things. It’s true that I am feeling more paralyzed lately. It’s a word I used to use figuratively—unable to make a decision, rooted to one spot in fear. Now, it’s really quite literal. My arms are heavy, and lifting them requires an energy that I once reserved for gym visits or moving day. Read More>