Thursday, May 16, 2024 at 9:22 AM
May 16, 2024•206 words
My body is falling apart. My mind is long gone I guess; battered, beaten, completely and utterly exhausted. Barely functioning. I can't even type right now, let alone think. This first paragraph took me 15 minutes to write. And it's barely a paragraph...
I can't seem to get out of the doom loop. A million things to do. Hundreds of things with high priority. Too much on my plate. Too many people reliant on me. Too little time for myself. Too much responsibility. Too much weight on my shoulders. Too many forces conspiring against us. Too much pressure. Too much. Too much.
My head is spinning; I'm breaking down almost every day. Crying. Ears ringing. Blisters in my mouth. And for what? Pursuing what is right? Fighting the "good fight" - whatever that means?
I'm so tired. So, so tired. All I want to do is sleep. Be left alone. But they won't leave us alone, will they... That's the whole point. Wearing out people like me. Getting the others afraid.
I'm tired, yes. But I'm not afraid. My conscious tells me that what we're doing is right and necessary. So we'll keep doing it. I'll keep doing it. Even if my body is falling apart.