Just because you don't believe in gravity doesn't mean it won't kill you when you step off a cliff.

This morning, I woke up feeling like sh*t. Low. Not physically. Mentally. That heavy cloud that sits on your chest. The one that makes getting out of bed feel like crawling through mud. Maybe you know it. Maybe you pretend you don't.

And right there, in that space between recognizing the feeling and deciding what to do with it, lives today's conversation.

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