The whelm came today. It is a strange bodily invasion.
At first, I felt it just as fatigue, and dismissed its permeating presence. But, with each interaction, each event, I realized it was more than lack of sleep or excess of marking.
Two dropped promises slapped me back to consciousness; I was able to gather what was needed, recover to fulfill their needs. But, my mind was stuttering, somewhat frozen in place while my heart collected guilt like lint.
In the past, I remember sitting with this incursion waiting for it to pass, knowing it would leave if ignored long enough. Fighting it had felt pointless, so imprisoned surrender seemed practical.
Having been here before makes this experience familiar, and I decide to give over to the whelm.