Much like a tidal wave, weariness builds in me with a gradual pulse.

First excitement. Or is it anxiety? Then prolonged and utter exhaustion.

Often times you can’t quite pinpoint when the feeling started, but you find yourself trying to retrace your steps when you stop to think about it.

How did I get here? How long have I been sustaining this? When will I get off this Ferris wheel?

Another wave comes crashing.

Another breakdown.

Another glass of wine.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

It’s 6 a.m. again.

Libby Connolly
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