Lately, the hurt lives more in my body than my mind. I suffer through sleepless nights in a row, writhing with headaches that resist every remedy. More mornings than not I wake with a stiff neck and a clenched jaw. My back insists it needs stretching and cracking, but nothing softens the knots over my spine. I walk through my days with shoulders rounding under the weight of grief, loss, and regret. My pulse races and skips. My body rides a rollercoaster of lethargy and hypervigilance.