I felt more delayed than tired

Dear Delyara, That’s a different feeling. Not tired exactly. Delayed. As if I was moving through the day half a beat behind my own life. A little slower to feel, slower to process, slower to answer, slower to arrive internally where the moment already was. It created this strange soft distance from everything, not dramatic enough to call dissociation, not comfortable enough to call calm. I kept waiting to catch up with myself. I never fully did. Maybe tonight is for catching up. I hope so.