Dear diary,

I called in for a substitute today.

My level of exhaustion is comparable to when I had become a mother for the first time. I endured a physical workout giving birth with little fuel from food or beverage, running on empty from a marathon of waking hours, experienced emotional highs and lows in a short period of time, and my brain was fried from every new experience and sleep deprivation that continued into the following months. That’s where I’m at right now, but I can also pair that with the experience one has when you are running on empty or are sick, but you have no choice but to take care of others at the same time because life goes on and does not stop because you feel like you can’t take any more.