Hi friend,I went to bed at 7 PM last night. I’m in Saint Simons Island visiting my mom. It’s 65 degrees, perfect weather, live oaks covered in Spanish moss. The island is beautiful and I can barely get out of bed. I’ve seen my mom every day. We’ve had coffee. But I’ve been so exhausted that I keep having to go lay down. The drainage is really heavy. My body is going through it. And I’m carrying this guilt that I came all the way here and I’m not actually experiencing being here. It just feels...