When I get home, all I want to do is throw on my PJs and crawl into bed. The day feels impossibly long- and the weight of other people's problems rests heavy on my shoulders. Sometimes it's impossible to take a deep breath. When I'm sleeping, time seems to trip over itself. Sleeping is like falling, except there's no floor-- no sudden, jolting impact. Sometimes, I drink tea before falling into bed. The warm mug is an anchor for the day. The stars slowly appear, and the world gets quiet.
One of my peers handed out this awesome worksheet that had a list of emotions. The assignment was to choose an emotion. Obviously, I chose exhaustion. Haha, it's a long week.