My knees and back ached from pacing the hardwood floors for hours on end without the support of my sneakers. The quality of my thoughts resembled cotton candy — thin and wispy, hard to grasp for longer than a few seconds at a time.
My computer was a mess of half-finished projects ranging from new business ideas to writing projects that I lacked the mental clarity to finish.
During my psychiatry appointment a few days prior, I made friends with the elderly lady sitting across the lobby despite my introverted nature.
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