Ache in Grey skies

I’ve just been so absolutely tired. I stumble thought the day, my eyes aching and blurry. I’ve managed to pull it together– to put my thoughts to paper, to respond to others with equal enthusiasm. But the moments in between, I feel this exhausting pressure.

My husband went to workshop his poetry at this meetup tonight. I am so proud of him. I wish I didn’t feel like I was dragging myself through life. To get up, to clean, to get to work, to eat.

Last updated February 25, 2016