“It’s a long day,” you remark.
I know you’ve actually been busy. Planning, meetings, rehearsals, and practicing. I’ve been snuggling with my cat.
But I feel so tired. My appointment with my therapist was something else today. I felt like my brain imploded and everything was fuzzy. I probably couldn’t recall about 90% of those precious 50 minutes if you asked me to.
I’m also experiencing a headache at the moment.
I just feel wrong right now.
Wrong about how tired I am. Wrong about school. Wrong about money. Wrong about the way I feel. Wrong with how much I’m invading your life.
It makes me just tired. I want to sleep.
Maybe when I wake up, it’ll feel right.