I am tired. So tired that my eyes feel hot as well as heavy.
I am tired because I don’t get enough sleep.
I am tired of all the appointments. Seven this week. Yes: seven.
I am tired because my already long to-do lists get longer after each appointment.
I am tired of not getting to the end of these lists. Of not even really beginning them.
I am tired of my head being filled with so many things that it can’t switch off.
I am tired of putting out metaphorical fires.
I am tired that just when one hurdle is overcome another problem rears its ugly head from where you least expect it.
I am tired of anniversary season.
I am tired of spreading myself too thinly. Of being a parent, a partner, a therapist, an advocate, a runner and fundraiser and an employee.
I am tired of work filling every minute that isn’t filled with everything else.
I am tired of people, kind people, telling me I am amazing to be doing so many things.
I am tired of telling them I only get away with doing so many things by doing each of these things badly.
I am tired of not being good enough, of not having enough hours in the day.
I am tired of chasing my tail.
And mostly, I am just tired of being tired.