I am low. I barely move, sleep more hours than I am awake, have little appetite, no social drive, I am emotional and sad and don't know when it will end. I have a cold sore that makes my face ache. I am PMSing. Overwhelmed with work. Worried about Bello. And just received news from a loved one that makes me feel strangely abandoned. It is also a peaceful state. My mind is not overactive, like usual, and feels oddly contented. My body is happy to walk slowly. I am patient. And present. In an achy fog I laid in the grass by the pond and didn't mind the raindrops hitting my face and running down the creases of my neck.