“Not sick enough to lie down. Not well enough to stand up.”
A non-specific ache in your soul. Vibes are off. Time is soup. You’re functioning, technically — but only in the way a haunted printer does.
Your aura is beige. Your chakras are playing dead. No one can tell if you need help or just a nap and a croissant.
Left untreated, malaise morphs into metaphysical mold. But with gentle ritual and minor rebellion, vitality can reboot.
