Quitting coffee (part 2)

Holy fuck.

Turns out I have a caffeine addiction. Three mornings into quitting coffee cold turkey and I feel like I’m genuinely drained and slightly depressed.

I’m stealing some of my roommate’s coffee today because I simply have too much work to do to be feeling this way. I was clearly over-ambitious and seriously underestimated how physically attached my brain was to drinking a cup during my morning routine.

Slow and steady.

Today is bittersweet because I feel like a person again, but it sucks to know that that’s only true because I’ve sipped on a substance.

It is what it is.