When I was a kid, my mom used to joke that she wished she could bottle my energy up and sell it.
When I was getting divorced, I wished my mom had managed to bottle up some up that childhood energy. Not to sell, but to use myself as sort of a vitality self-transfusion.
Because, goodness knows, divorce is an energy vampire. Here’s what you need to know about how to recognize and handle the fatigue that accompanies divorce. And if you figure out how to bottle youthful energy, please let me know!