Reviewing with River

I've done zero reviews. I've written no items. I've read no books. I've taken to staring at the ceiling.

Reality is simultaneously too fast and too slow. I'm disoriented. I need to lay down.

I've run out of compartments to box up my emotions, and they're sitting at the base of my skull giving me a chronic headache. Despite this, I still have room to absorb the emotions of others, so the pain in my heart sometimes makes me forget about the headache. The overwhelming emotion I get from others, once you get beneath the other layers, is grieving.

I am physically exhausted. I am mentally paralyzed.

I don't know how else to explain it.