JC was tired. Or… the closest he could feel that way without the sun being on or above the horizon. In someways that made the feeling even worse. He was cursed with enternal nocturnal wakefulness but somehow vampirism still made room for mental exhaustion while robbing of ways to cope with it. He couldn’t take a nap. Couldn’t rest. He just had to endure it. Over and over again.

Could he handle this? Taking one day at a time when you knew it would never end. Except for witnessing the sunrise.

He rubbed his eyes. If he were alive it would activate the vagus nerve. Help calm anxiety and relieve stress. Did that still work? Was it possible for him to make the new neural pathways through therapy? If could find enough people taking the right dosage of anti-anxiety drugs, would they even work? He was dead and his brain along with it. Which made clinging to what he knew seem even more futile.

He groaned and shut his eyes, leaning back. He needed a reset. Recenter. Try to scrounge enough motivation to not fall into old habits.

He needed a drink.