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I am devastatingly tired. Today it is a weight pressing on my spirit. It is almost as if it's the only emotion I have room for. In my tired I struggle for the energy to find the light. To be a light.
I call it tired, but it's not really what it is. Tired is my single word euphemism for too many things I don't want to admit and lay claim to. Overwhelmed. Underwhelmed by the things that should bring me joy. Exhaustion. Insomnia to the point that laying down in the evenings gives me anxiety on top of the anxiety I already feel. Depression. Anger. Fear. Loneliness. Sadness. Shame. Restlessness. Pain.
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