I feel as though I don’t have anything to offer today, this injury is sapping my reserves, and leaving me wishing for the oblivion of sleep. Traversing the stairs for bathroom trips has left me shaking, fighting sobs, and begging my muscles to calm down enough to let me rest.
I feel like I am out of spoons, out of energy, and out of distractions. Yet a sense of peace holds steady in the back of my mind, that despite the trials of having a meat shell, Loki’s influence in my life won’t be lost. Even if His presence feels distant at the moment, I have not been abandoned.
For being a deity associated with chaos and disorder, the bond I share with Him remains constant, and during the moments of agony that wracks my body in throbbing waves, I am so very grateful for Him adopting me as His child.