The pressures of love and living have a way of draining your energy. This energy drain is not one that is comparable when placed next to another. The life of a mother is not solely about her child nor children. It zones in on the life around her. It takes in the day, week and month that she passes through the cyclical motions of time. The life of a mother does not center on the children or family she has to care for, but the job she has to do and those to whom she has to attend. Fatigue. This fatigue is like no other. It bruises you. It feeds on your being and drains your soul. This fatigue is not from the kids. It’s from the job, the kids, the “social life”, and the pressure of keeping everything whole. The desire to be the fixer and the giver; the need to be the one being relied on is not that which you choose but that which chooses you. This fatigue makes you want to dissociate your being from all things living, lock yourself away and lie in the darkness. This fatigue has me feeling like this. This fatigue has been a trepidation on my shoulders as I am now trying to make it to the end of the workday. As encapsulating as it is and as draining as it can be, this fatigue…I am nothing without this fatigue.
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