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With a Little Help From My Friends
After two fulfilling but tiring trips abroad, Carla and I found out that the baby we were quietly expecting had passed away in the womb. Second miscarriage in two years. I took some time to rest, then went back to a few meetings at work. While I was glad to be doing what I love to do with people I love working with, something wasn’t right with me. I was moving and thinking in slow motion. Each command from my brain had a delay before my body responded. Like an online game character with high lag. I also felt disconnected from the people I was interacting with. Maybe it was because of my stopped ear which hampered my hearing, or maybe because I wasn’t telling people about what we were going through. As the days wore on, I felt less and less energy to keep working. I just wanted to go home and sleep, even though we’d been sleeping well and early. I had no passion for things that normally excited me. Normally I can call on huge amounts of energy (too much, if you ask Carla or my officemates), so not having that felt terrible. It’s okay to not be …