I don’t know if “grief” is tiring or if the act of “grieving” is tiring, either way I’m exhausted.
Somedays are easier to get out of bed than others. Somedays you’re all about dressing to impress, some days changing out of pjs is a major triumph.
What I’ve learned, especially in the last 10 months, is that you can’t blame yourself for being tired. It doesn’t mean you’re worse off than you were yesterday. All it means is that today, today you were tired.
(Above is a picture of my dog who was incredibly tired on the snow today.)
