As ~tatteredmelon puts it in #853, I'm surviving. Sorry, this comment is gonna be a bit of a trauma dump.

Every day I wake up a little bit before my alarm and am not able to go back to sleep because the anxious thoughts are racing. At work I try to concentrate on my tasks, but half of my energy is spent pushing out the negative thoughts and spending clock cycles with the ones that slip through, so I'm exhausted and still not completing as much as I want/need.

It's been another three weeks since I made my last post on the Fog of War, and the fog seems to have thinned a little bit. I've done my best to convince myself that the worst-case doomsday scenario isn't going to happen any time soon. As if I can predict the future. But hope is the best anybody can have right now, and I just need to live one day at a time.

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