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I've come to feel like humans' job is basically to wander around Earth collecting traumas until we die.
Last night, on my way to the bathroom, my phone made a strange electrical noise and I had a crying panic attack over fears that the battery was going to overheat and start a fire.
This morning, Miriam slept through me waking up and getting out of bed. I'm doing my best to let her sleep because sleeping is really hard for her. But now that she's in a closed room where I can't see her, I'm scared that something horrible is going to happen to her. I think that one goes back to something that happened to a friend of the family decades ago that has never bothered me in this way before.
I should get some food.