I’m not just tired, I’m weary. I can feel it around and behind my eyes. That’s how I know. I’m quietly despairing and must not let it overwhelm me. I have to remind myself that I’m exhausted and that is a major contributing factor to my sorrow. It’s still tough, though. Tough as hell.
I hate coming home at night because it’s just me in my house. I feel so isolated most nights. It makes me sad. What am I going to do?