four months in, and i can already tell that this year is going to be particularly tiring.
my days are framed by how quickly i can get back into bed. i sleep as long as i can in the morning, i often nap in the afternoons, and i go to bed as early as possible. my ability to sustain long days has been decreasing weekly; the energy that i used to have has been long absent from my life. no amount of coffee, tea, or zzzquil that i use seems to be of any assistance. but then i realized, this isn’t a problem drugs can fix, because it doesn’t originate in my body.
my soul is weary.
it aches with a pain much stronger than any physical one i have felt before. my soul is going through this intense season of questions, answers, and changes; all that came unexpectedly and overwhelmed my life. honestly, its been brutal. raw. real. incredibly real. my tired soul affects every aspect of my life, my body included. march was an unwelcome reminder of this as i laid in a hospital bed twice in one week fearful and unaware of what made my body ache the way it did.
but through the midst of all this weariness and pain, there have been some incredible moments. friendships and relationships have been strengthened, i have relearned more about myself than i knew i had forgotten, i’ve learned how to rest, i’ve learned how to cry, and i’ve been taught how to rejoice for the beautiful moments of life.
like all seasons, this too will past. as i sit here in bed i can only hope that this season has only a short time left in it. this exhaustion of mine permeates into the smallest cracks of my weak heart and pushes itself until i finally acknowledge it. and when i do, i break so quickly and harder than the time before.
so right now, i fight this parasite of exhaustion and force myself to stay up later, eat more ben & jerry’s, and not sleep my days away.