The only way I can describe this day is as running on empty. There is a point where exhaustion takes over and every part of your body hurts, though you have done nothing to warrant that pain.
I’m praying desperately that when I wake up tomorrow morning, that choking haze will have lifted.
That I will feel renewed. Life will have a semblance of order. That I will once again have a sliver of control.
What do you do to be gentle to yourself?