You're Shaking Because You're Being Born
What your nervous system is actually doing when everything feels wrong
Something is hatching inside you and it doesn’t give a fuck about your calendar. Your Google Calendar says “Tuesday: meetings, groceries, exist.” Your body says “Tuesday: complete identity dissolution, sorry about your plans.”
You’re sweating. Possibly just from one armpit. Your heart is auditioning for a role it didn’t tell you about. You woke up heavy from a dream you can’t remember, like your soul did a whole therapy session while you were unconscious and now expects you to integrate the homework without giving you the notes. And somewhere in the background of your ordinary Wednesday, reality has a lag. A glitch. A slight wobble, like the simulation got a software patch at 3am and now everything is two degrees to the left of where you left it.
And suddenly you’re... porous. Crying at a commercial for car insurance because the father looked proud of his daughter and that felt like being stabbed in a place you didn’t know was wounded. You’re picking up everyone’s m…
