Not the most upbeat post, to be honest, but I’m usually more than a little more than direct during the AtoZ. It’s harder to edit posts when there’s at least 26 of them to write. Today, I want to talk about – well, I don’t want to, but I’m going to – exhaustion.

I’m exhausted with trying to be there for everyone – it’s harder when I don’t even know them any more.  It’s exhausting trying to be understanding with a myriad of things that I have to be patient and kind about, when the majority of the issues I’ve had to talk to people about aren’t me.
I’m  exhausted trying to communicate. I don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to, what I’m supposed to say, how long we’ve been friends…none of it.

And most of all, I’m exhausted trying to get back to ‘normal’ when quite frankly, there’s no such thing.  I’m exhausted with everyone assuming that I’ll be better again, I won’t.

And I’m most of all exhausted with waiting for something to happen again – it might never, but if it does, I don’t know what I’m going to do.