I miss the energy level I used to have.
I miss feeling well.
And when the plane was flying closer to the runway earlier this evening and I could see the stretch of beach where I used to run in the morning, I missed the adrenalin and the endorphins that came with the physical exertion.
I miss my life in full volume.
(I'm sorry if I've been going on and on about this - I'm trying to do what I can to heal. I just want to vent.)
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