Sleeping In With Sanity
There was a battery pack inside of me. I never truly found out where it was placed. Maybe it was placed in my throat chakra, or maybe it was placed in my spirit. Wherever it was placed, socializing took an excessive amount of energy out of it. My social battery never really had a good battery life. Sometimes I can feel when she’s waning out, but other times I try to speak and it takes me an enormous amount of fuel to get even the smallest of sentences out or simply reply with an emoji. My social battery is simply the amount of energy that I have to not only interact with others, but even be in the same room as them. For a long time family and friends had convinced me that something was wrong with needing to be alone, valuing my time in isolation, and not having enough in me to converse. I would force myself to be in rooms long after my battery life had expired and be exhausted afterwards. When my battery was low, or even worse dead, self-care was always the hardest tasks to complete. The task of washing my face felt like I was being faced with having to tug a mountain with a thread of floss. I realized that the world was way too entitled to my energy.
