Hey… it’s Anna Let me tell you about today. Because today? It had a little extra attitude.   It started “not too bad”… which should’ve been a warning The garbage actually wasn’t that bad today. I know. Shocking. But then I remembered… I’m working alone. Which means I’m not just doing half of the task…

Hey… it’s me. Anna Pull up a chair. Because today? Yeah… it was one of those days.   Morning check-in (or lack of it) I woke up stiff. Not the cute “I need to stretch” stiff. The “why does everything hurt before I even move” kind. Back. Knees. Shoulders. Hands doing that numb thing again…

Hey… it’s me. Anna. Today was… a lot. Semester’s over. Which means moving day. Which means trash. Not normal trash. I’m talking the embodiment of trash. Boxes, bags, mystery weight items that feel like somebody packed a whole apartment into one garbage bag and said, “yeah… that’ll do.”   And of course… the setup No…

So… let me tell you how my mornings go. My alarm goes off at 3am. Not “I woke up naturally with the sunrise” 3am. More like, “why is life like this” 3am. I start work at 4am. Which means my body has exactly one hour to go from: “absolutely not” to “we guess we’re doing…

I’ll be 40 in two months. And not in a “thriving, glowing, living my best life” kind of way. More like… why does my body feel like it skipped ahead to level 80? I didn’t expect this. Not this early. Not this intense. I live with and . And when I say live with it,…