life as a fever dream

When I get a bad fever, I slip into delirium fairly easily; I thrash, my body writhes about trying to escape the discomfort. It’s twitching, it’s moving on impulse, sometimes wanders the house mindlessly. That’s what most of my youth was like–till I was late 30s. Like a fever dream, my “choices” not really choices, just spasms, writhing to get away from the discomfort. Bad coping mechanisms. I feel better, now.

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