I'm pretty sure I know how you feel...
I mean, physically. If you like thousands other overworked and over-stressed men and women, you are most likely exhausted by the time you have your first coffee in the morning.
How I know? I was there too.
The story went like this:
Leaving the office around 5 in the afternoon and usually closer to 6, then sitting in that car like a veal, driving home. I was one of the lucky few... going against traffic - so I was actually driving - that was always a bonus, as I was relaxing.
That's what I called it. The reality was different, many, many times I would find myself sobbing behind the wheel! No, no one was mean to me at work, no one yelled at me, I wasn't hurt physically.
I was just so tired, exhausted really with no hope of the next day being better, and the tears were a form of release, I guess.
So most days, I would pull over to the side of the highway and pray that no one could actually see the despair in my eyes or the red cheeks and those huge tears dripping down my face. I would sit there for a moment, trying to compose myself, so I could go home to my family.
I would walk in the door smiling...
Than I would cook dinner, clean up a bit, try to read a book, answer e-mails, watch a movie, make few of my fabric flowers (that was supposed to relax me). Then I would get into bed and... just sit there for hours unable to sleep!
The morning would come and after finally falling asleep around 3 in the morning, I would wake up cranky and exhausted... again. I was spiraling deeper and deeper into the exhaustion and I didn't know how to save myself.
Than something happened that crushed me...
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