I knew I was depleted because even choosing a programme felt like effort

Dear Delyara, Normally I can put something on in the evening without thinking too much about it. Last night I scrolled for twenty minutes, rejecting everything. Too loud. Too stupid. Too intense. Too bright. Too slow. Too much plot. Too much emotion. Too much talking. Eventually I turned the television off and sat in silence. That’s how I knew the problem wasn’t content. It was capacity. I didn’t need better entertainment. I needed less entering me from anywhere. There is a particular kind of tiredness where even leisure starts making demands. That was where I was.