It continues to amaze me how embodied grief is.

Like. If you asked me how I was feeling today my answer would be "okay, I guess." But my attention span is shot, my thinking is mush, and I just spent two hours scrolling Reddit before I could manage to go shower. (I remember none of what I saw or read.)

So much grief brain just...loses function sometimes.

(See also: the crying where it physically hurts so much I'd be calling 911 if I didn't know what it was.)