I couldn’t bring myself to respond to my mother’s message last night and still have no desire. I need to go for a run—that may actually help—but I can’t seem to motivate myself to get out of bed. So instead, I continue to lay here just staring at the ceiling and listening to the quick vibrations coming from my phone on the nightstand. I should check it, but at this point, I can’t deal with any more bad news. Yesterday was awful, then amazingly incredible, before it all went to hell in a hand basket. Since the bulk of my awful came from the messages on my phone, I hope it vibrates itself off the nightstand and crashes to floor and breaks before I can see any more negativity. That’s just wishful thinking, though. Reaching over, I pick it up and flinch as I unlock the screen expecting the worse, but instead, I find my social media notifications as the culprit of the vibrations. I have those little red bubbles over all of my notification apps, which never happens to me.
