Mental overwhelm. Heavy chest and head. Crushing expectations. I don't have a lot of days where these words are how I would describe them. But they happen. They are hard to live through. Even knowing that time, sleep, moving, talking, or reading will help. Sometimes I'm just immobilized. Unable to move forward the way I want to, and the way I know I "should" be able to. Want to know what? That's okay. It's okay to not be okay. Especially with a pandemic and so many restrictions and changes and limitations. It's okay to not find a solution or way out every day. It's okay to just breath. Just exist, as hard as that can be. Just move from moment to moment. Things will change again, the weight will be more bearable until moments where you may not even notice it. Breathing becomes automatic instead of intentional. Moving and talking become enjoyable again. These are the moments people expect. They are good moments, but sometimes you...