“Are you tired?”
Isn’t that the worst thing someone can say to you?
“Wow, you look tired..”
Thaaaaanks.
Seriously though, I feel like, especially in NYC, people are just TIRED.
All the time.
How you doing? Ugh, long day. How’s life? Exhausting.
Sound familiar?
But there are really two kinds of tired.
There’s body tired. Which, anyone who has gone to Ikea has experienced.
And then there’s soul tired.
And that’s a horse of a different color.
Soul tired. Where you’re worn down, run ragged, feeling like your spirit is a deflated balloon.
During my anorexia, I was soul tired. Or perhaps the better word would be, soul depleted.
I felt as though I was on a treadmill at full speed, and I just couldn’t stop. The strict regimen I had construed for myself surrounding food and exercise and sleep and rituals, the obsessive…
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Thank you so much for the reblog! I appreciate it so much:) have a lovely Thursday, friend! ❤️
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