Running on empty

I lie my head on my pillow and realise how physically and emotionally exhausted I am. Fat tears start rolling down my face and I’m just too tired to wipe them away or try to talk myself out of them. Running on empty for longer that I thought possible.

My arms and legs are wobbly from a yoga class that I struggled through from start to end. I have to make myself eat even though I’ve no appetite. Catching up with work, family and friends, and feeling disconnected from everyone. Running after someone who didn’t want to be caught up with.

But it’s time to be refilled and revived, and for once I’m not anxious about what’s next, just comforted that I know its coming because it simply has to. It has to.