Therapy, Restaurants, and Self-Care

One little thing I do that makes a huge difference

A couple days ago, I finally made the appointment to get a massage — nearly four months after I had set a goal to get one every month. And it wiped me out. Walking out of the clinic, I could barely move, or think. If breathing had required conscious effort I would have just keeled over. I couldn’t put a finger on why it took so much out of me, except…