Some days I don’t know whether I’m sad, depleted, lonely, or just overfull

Dear Delyara, That vagueness is one of the hardest states for me. If I knew what it was, I could move toward the right form of care. But confusion leaves me standing there with a handful of incorrect answers. Rest might help. Or company. Or silence. Or food. Or honesty. Or movement. Or tears. Or nothing. It is exhausting to need care and not know which door to knock on. That was me today.