It makes absolutely no sense to be this tired.
I didn't work that hard today.
My kids weren't that bad today.
But I absolutely exhausted and worn out.
No energy at all.
I think of people that experience fear for a moment.
Of heights. A spider. A clown. Whatever.
It comes, it goes, and they move on.
That's how I feel all the time.
This constant tension.
Constantly being on edge.
Constantly being EXHAUSTED.
It's this feeling like there is a vise around my lungs.
It's a struggle to breathe.
This makes everything else a struggle.
Life is a struggle.
How nice it would be cease struggling.
Not an option.
It sure would be nice.
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