Evening squish
Maurice and I, exhausted at the end of the day. Turns out the 5km and the agonizing pain of the drive home (just 20 minutes, but a 20 minutes that stretched forever) was overdoing it. I've barely been out of bed since, except to be bad at labour solidarity and buy some pizza.
The fatigue has crept up on me so carefully and quietly that I only noticed after it became completely overwhelming.
I still experience happiness and joy, and am still driven by hope, and these things aren't failing. But I'm just so tired now.
Thank you, everyone, for your kindness and your words and your attention. It's so much easier to stay hopeful when I feel noticed, seen, wanted. You're all amazing ❤️
