I woke up disoriented at 5:30am having a panic attack to find myself lying horizontally across my mattress. Finn used to wake me up to feed him between 5 and 6am by gently biting my hands or pressing his claws into my flesh in a slow and deliberate manner.
There was no one to feed or cuddle, so instead I peed, took an ativan and wrote in my journal for awhile. I also felt relief for having awoken from my bad dream (which I can no longer remember), but disturbed I had worked myself and my sheets into such a state.
I leave San Francisco in two days and the stress is getting to me.
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you can do it, Weasel! Gaia be with you, my sweet + resilient friend. xo
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