Sore throat. Itchy eyes. Burning stomach. Achy feet. Don’t want to talk. But talk is what I got to do. Tired of the messes. Tired of the clean up. Tired of lack of gratitude. Tired of drama. Tired of being tired. Tired of being done but not being done.
Done. Such an ambiguous word at times. One can be done and be accomplished. One can be done and be ready to move on. One can be done and feel emotionally spent to the point of drowning.