Time is passing differently

 Lately it seems like time is passing differently for me. I'm either 3 days ahead or 5 days behind. Everything in my body is telling me that it is February or March, yet the calendar is telling me its almost June.

I go outside and see all of the summer flowers and trees blooming, I see all of the signs of it being summer. But for whatever reason, it doesn't feel like summer to me. Is this part of my unresolved grief over my biological mother passing? Is this because I didn't do my typical birthday stuff this year? Is it that March was supposed to be the launch of my book, and I published it back in November 2024? Is this some side effect of my new mental health diagnosis? Or is it that every day I wake up to see something new wrong with the world, and how this current administration has removed, abolished or otherwise caused some type of long reaching rippling effect that has yet to be fully realized?

I slept for about 4 days a week ago, and my soul still feels tired. I feel emotionally, spiritually, and physically bound, and tired. A tired that transcends mere taking a nap to revitalize oneself.  But I feel out of touch with everything around me. Whatever it is, I do know that I need to get back in sync with my life and the things around me.