My Diary
I could feel how tired I looked
Dear Delyara, I saw my reflection in a shop window this evening and immediately knew I was more tired than I’d been admitting. Not just sleepy. Lived-in tired. Face tired. Eye tired. Carrying-too-much-without-speaking-about-it tired. It’s strange how the body tells the truth before the mind agrees to it. I’ve been calling this a busy week. My face called it something else entirely. I think we often know we’re not okay before we let ourselves use the words for it.
— blueroomvoice