Plateaued where my endurance and strength to keep on going is concerned.
I'm seriously E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D.
Maybe it's because of the mothball attack/exposure. And also because of the pre-menopause period where the hormones are causing the periods to play hide-and-seek with me. And the irritation that is constantly gnawing on the insides like a trapped animal clawing, trying to find a way out.
I am just so very tired. I'm seriously so, very tired.
And sometimes I wonder why do I even bother.
And that smiling face leaps to my mind. His face lighting up behind my irises.
It's because of the little young man. And so I continue to plod on.
I trudge on.
With my eyes closed, with my arms flailing and with my mind in shut-down mode.
And move on in search for the next oasis.