I’m sick. But I hate using that word.

I’m on sick leave. Due to exhaustion. Depression.
The exhaustion is worse than the depression.

It drains. And paralyzes.

I went for years. I did not realize that the way I pushed myself would be my downfall. Again.

I’m not alone. He loves me. I love him.
He will hold me. Tell me that everything will be okay. One day. But now I need rest.

It is true. Rest. I need rest. So I rest. Resting is not easy.