The thing we know after many tests and visits with specialists is that the coronavirus broke my autonomic nervous system.
We set up our tree and it's my new best friend.
TLDR: I left graduate school.
The past eleven months have been challenging, but I'm getting a handle on what "wellness" means to me (such a trite term...forgive me). It helps that my little family is spectacular. The spouse is raising the bar for dads everywhere, and the baby is cooler than I could ever hope to be.
Prescriptions help, too. And the hippie-dippiest therapist in Manhattan.
So don't fret, my pet. We're all (going to be) okay.