Isn't Everyone Tired?

I mean, for real though.

How it’s going over here. I’m exhausted. From this week, from 2020, from the past 4 years. The heaviness I have carried in my chest for so long- I am worn out. My whole life I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve and when I try to hide it- it turns to anxiety in my chest that sometimes feels like a heart attack. The people I love most in the world fall all along the political spectrum- and I can understand so many points of view. The thing I have never understood - and suspect I never will- is the loyalty to a man who is morally bankrupt. I have carried this in my body for 4 years and now I am just...depleted. Would my life be easier if I were less passionate? Probably. But I have big feelings and at 40 I am no longer fighting them. So today, my kid will sit on his play kitchen in Spider-Man jammies and sunglasses and we’ll eat more cheese puffs than veggies and that is okay. It’s just the kind of day we’re having.