Now navigating through a stretch of days that feel heavy, where everything seems to move a little slower, and exhaustion clings to you in ways that make even the smallest tasks feel monumental. There’s a weight that comes with this kind of fatigue, both physical and mental, where sleep doesn’t quite refresh you, and moments of stillness feel more like a confrontation with tiredness than a relief from it.

Yet, despite it all, still trying to push through, carrying that quiet determination to keep going, even when things feel harder than they should. It’s as if you’re moving through a fog, waiting for it to lift, but trusting that somehow, in time, it will. You’re searching for those pockets of peace, for a breath that feels full and steady, knowing that this weariness won’t last forever.

These past few days have tested my endurance, but in the midst of it, there’s resilience. Even in the quiet struggle, there’s strength in simply continuing, in taking each day as it comes, knowing that this phase, no matter how long it feels, is temporary. The light will return, and you’ll rise with it, finding energy again, step by step.