I do it to myself, this I understand.

I push myself to my limits. I sacrifice rest for some imagined idea of productivity through busy work. I burn the candle at both ends, and eventually the fire flickers and fades.

I spent the last night on the couch trying to sleep through body aches, cold sweats, and fever dreams. Today I am resting. I have no choice, I lack the energy to do much else.

The irony is that I know the cause, but I keep doing it to myself even though it’s perfectly avoidable. The ridiculousness of it is almost hilarious.

I preach balance, yet I continue to push myself further than necessary.

And my body rewards me with a lesson.

My therapist will love this one.