Fatigue is the enemy of energy. Fatigue will fight your body tooth and nail for the importance that you give it. Fatigue can be an indicator of an internal problem within yourself or it just may be that you have gone over the edge and have had too much of a good thing.
Fatigue didn’t have the same meaning before the baby was born. Before I’d experienced the exhaustion that takes you by surprise in the middle of a feeding. Before I knew what it felt like to curl up in a ball by the bassinet, crying out, “I just want to sleep”, and wondering if I had enough energy to pick up the baby.
My eyes are tired, my mind is foggy, my hands are numb. A life of confusion and emptiness have left me with this existential fatigue. Time is my torture. Solitude my peace.
Fatigue is one of the prime symptoms of a person between 13 and 50… Always tired. When I ask How are you, almost everyone says I’m tired. That is like the go-to response these days. Or its I’m fine. Another go-to response. Almost everyone is more than just fine. There is always something more that’s going on. I’m asking because I want to know so answer me fully and truthfully!
The fatigue takes over. My body and my life. I don’t ever have the strength to do anything anymore with the dull aches and tiredness that could flare up at any moment.
oh so tired. can’t believe i’ve gone this long without sleep. working way too hard for the amount of caffine running through my system. can’t wait to simply go home and nap. maybe have a cup of tea. just can’t stand this anymore. wish that my boss would stop harrassing me. why can’t he understand that i haven’t had enough time to rest? doesn’t he have the same problems? can’t he see that i’m practically falling asleep at my desk?
She was done. Finished in ways she couldn’t quiet begin to comprehend. The ground looked softer than anything she could possibly imagine, her hands and feet were heavy. And yet she could not stop. She now knows this in in her very heart. Behind her they are coming. They have been chasing her for forever- so long she’s lost count of the years. All she knows is that
I’ve never felt to tired in my entire life. My feet ache with a pain of pure soreness. I feel as if I shut my eyes for a mere second, the world around will crumble. I don’t want to feel like this, but the
I’ve never felt so tired in my entire life. The exhaustion of working day and night to finish a simple project is uncanny. I need to rest but I feel like there’s to much at stake. I feel like if i
I was tired. There was nothing i could do about it. I needed to get away. There wasn’t anyplace my mind could thing of. The fatigue was taking over. I slowly got
You’ve felt it, I’ve felt it, we’ve all felt it. The feeling overcomes you and you are overwhelmed. You don’t feel as if you can see straight anymore and your body is heavy. Moving takes more effort than usual and you feel as if you could collapse on the ground at any minute. You’ve felt it, I’ve felt it, we’ve all felt it—fatigue.
I was weak and lost. My mind was numb and I didn’t know what to do. Nothing was right; nothing was as it should be. I need sleep. I am fatigued by my own weaknesses, and I need this to end now.
I’m so exhausted. I miss you. My brain is exhausted from missing you so much. I fucking miss you. I want to be with you right now and I just want you to love me again. But I know that won’t happen. But I love you. And I’m tired of loving you. I’m tired.
It’s late.
The moon is too full and you can see the scene clearly.
Perfectly.
And it’s inevitable.
You have to kill him now.
Because he’s there.
With her.
Click.
Bang.
You just wanted to get to sleep.
I fell onto the top of my bed and sighed with the weariness of the previous day weighing on top of me. I was tired, there was no doubt about that. My bones ached with the sweet tenderness of a day well spent. My mind went blank as I slowly succumbed to the sleep that pushed at the backs of my eyes. It was a dreamless night, one created from fatigue.
Fatigue is a state of mind wherein you have tired yourself out at the end of the day. It’s not a strictly bad state; you can find yourself satisfied with the work of the day and yet still be fatigued. It can let you sleep well, too. Ultimately it is a necessary part of human life and I am glad that I can feel it like everyone else.
(I submitted this unregistered but I’m resubmitting it under my chosen alias. All other submissions will be under this name.)
Fatigue is a state of mind wherein you have tired yourself out at the end of the day. It’s not a strictly bad state; you can find yourself satisfied with the work of the day and yet still be fatigued. It can let you sleep well, too. Ultimately it is a necessary part of human life and I am glad that I can feel it like everyone else.
The day always ends
But I never do
I shuffle onward
To face the endless faces
The glares and stares
And the occasional empathy
But no one is ever asking the right questions
I never get a break from this weight
on my fatigued shoulders
I know fatigue, I feel it all the time to the core of my bones. I wish I could figure out how to stop being so tired all the time. I know the cure is momentum, but it is so hard to get started when you are fatigued, a true conudrum.
My mom is tired all the time, can’t do anything. Has no energy and it is kind of cloaked in mystery.. What does she have? Can it actually be helped with medicine? Why do I treat her like I do when I know she deserves so much better? What is her past like? I want to know more but am afraid to ask. What she was like, her travels with chi, college, grad school, why did she take dad of all people.
I don’t understand fatigue, really. I know that one will become very tired, so tired that they will discontinue their journey wherever they are and take a breath.
Everyday i watch my muscles wither like fall flowers being pierced by winter’s icy tongue. I cannot think. i cannot speak. i cannot breath without this sleepy troll smashing me down. I am wasted shell. empty. I am the bare remains.
tired. i don’t want to get up. tired of everything and just want to go away. i’m tired of being in control but want to control everything that happens because i don’t like uncertainty. And I’m tired of holding on too tight.
very tired and restless. unable to function without having to yawn every ten second. Constantly moving and stretching in my seat. limbs are sometimes week and aching.
calmer, lighter:
offering you to walk with me.
sitting at the bottom of the steps, sitting at the end of the pier, i can imagine you anywhere, i did not realize i was staring until i closed my eyes (and still could see ankle giving way to heel, you are beautiful, you know)
cross-legged on the floor, cards in our hands, sitting in the car outside your door, flowers in the passenger seat,
standing in front of you now,
asking will you come with me,
these things you are saying yes to (are so many more moments than a walk, come, take my hand and we can start here)
Fatigue has come and we must still keep on with our journey. I wonder as we walk ‘how we came to the situation we are in?’ There is no answer, just silence. As my companions and I walk through the desolate desert, our worn shoes is the only noise we make.
I’ve seen him walk down this road a few times,
ambling stiffly to the corner store and back,
a few items in a ratty old cloth carry bag.
His age doesn’t seem to bother him so much,
more like the weight of the years has fatigued him.
Im always so tired; its probably because i dont get enough sleep. Then again; I dont believe in sleep. I could be doing so much more than sleeping, no? I could be living.
Fatigue is the enemy of energy. Fatigue will fight your body tooth and nail for the importance that you give it. Fatigue can be an indicator of an internal problem within yourself or it just may be that you have gone over the edge and have had too much of a good thing.
Fatigue didn’t have the same meaning before the baby was born. Before I’d experienced the exhaustion that takes you by surprise in the middle of a feeding. Before I knew what it felt like to curl up in a ball by the bassinet, crying out, “I just want to sleep”, and wondering if I had enough energy to pick up the baby.
My eyes are tired, my mind is foggy, my hands are numb. A life of confusion and emptiness have left me with this existential fatigue. Time is my torture. Solitude my peace.
in a circular way
we fall back to the center
one day into the next
like Russian nesting dolls
on and on
further into the darkness
exhausted.
It is a big mountain
I am Fatigued in every way possible. My life has drained me to a point where there’s nothing left. I am dead. Fatigue.
Fatigue is one of the prime symptoms of a person between 13 and 50… Always tired. When I ask How are you, almost everyone says I’m tired. That is like the go-to response these days. Or its I’m fine. Another go-to response. Almost everyone is more than just fine. There is always something more that’s going on. I’m asking because I want to know so answer me fully and truthfully!
The fatigue takes over. My body and my life. I don’t ever have the strength to do anything anymore with the dull aches and tiredness that could flare up at any moment.
oh so tired. can’t believe i’ve gone this long without sleep. working way too hard for the amount of caffine running through my system. can’t wait to simply go home and nap. maybe have a cup of tea. just can’t stand this anymore. wish that my boss would stop harrassing me. why can’t he understand that i haven’t had enough time to rest? doesn’t he have the same problems? can’t he see that i’m practically falling asleep at my desk?
being really really tired, especially after exercise
a woman exhausted after jogging
my mom
not wanting to move at all
sleep
sore muscles
droopy eyes
comfy bed mmf
She was done. Finished in ways she couldn’t quiet begin to comprehend. The ground looked softer than anything she could possibly imagine, her hands and feet were heavy. And yet she could not stop. She now knows this in in her very heart. Behind her they are coming. They have been chasing her for forever- so long she’s lost count of the years. All she knows is that
There’s nothing to really write about. Fatigue is the worst possible feeling in the world. It’s right next to feeling as if there is no hope
Fatigue is something which grows if you just let it so you better fight it before it hits you
I’ve never felt to tired in my entire life. My feet ache with a pain of pure soreness. I feel as if I shut my eyes for a mere second, the world around will crumble. I don’t want to feel like this, but the
I’ve never felt so tired in my entire life. The exhaustion of working day and night to finish a simple project is uncanny. I need to rest but I feel like there’s to much at stake. I feel like if i
All day. Lonesome. Depressing Self-loathing. What my day brings me. What my day always seems to hold. Fatigue for this world.
I was tired. There was nothing i could do about it. I needed to get away. There wasn’t anyplace my mind could thing of. The fatigue was taking over. I slowly got
bittersweet
the way it kills me
and keeps me around
keeps me up
brings me down
You’ve felt it, I’ve felt it, we’ve all felt it. The feeling overcomes you and you are overwhelmed. You don’t feel as if you can see straight anymore and your body is heavy. Moving takes more effort than usual and you feel as if you could collapse on the ground at any minute. You’ve felt it, I’ve felt it, we’ve all felt it—fatigue.
I was weak and lost. My mind was numb and I didn’t know what to do. Nothing was right; nothing was as it should be. I need sleep. I am fatigued by my own weaknesses, and I need this to end now.
I’m so exhausted. I miss you. My brain is exhausted from missing you so much. I fucking miss you. I want to be with you right now and I just want you to love me again. But I know that won’t happen. But I love you. And I’m tired of loving you. I’m tired.
It’s late.
The moon is too full and you can see the scene clearly.
Perfectly.
And it’s inevitable.
You have to kill him now.
Because he’s there.
With her.
Click.
Bang.
You just wanted to get to sleep.
I fell onto the top of my bed and sighed with the weariness of the previous day weighing on top of me. I was tired, there was no doubt about that. My bones ached with the sweet tenderness of a day well spent. My mind went blank as I slowly succumbed to the sleep that pushed at the backs of my eyes. It was a dreamless night, one created from fatigue.
Fatigue is a state of mind wherein you have tired yourself out at the end of the day. It’s not a strictly bad state; you can find yourself satisfied with the work of the day and yet still be fatigued. It can let you sleep well, too. Ultimately it is a necessary part of human life and I am glad that I can feel it like everyone else.
(I submitted this unregistered but I’m resubmitting it under my chosen alias. All other submissions will be under this name.)
Fatigue is a state of mind wherein you have tired yourself out at the end of the day. It’s not a strictly bad state; you can find yourself satisfied with the work of the day and yet still be fatigued. It can let you sleep well, too. Ultimately it is a necessary part of human life and I am glad that I can feel it like everyone else.
not too much to write about when this words describes a state of mind that really hits me at this…
not too much to write about when this words describes a state of mind that really, really hits me at this…
The day always ends
But I never do
I shuffle onward
To face the endless faces
The glares and stares
And the occasional empathy
But no one is ever asking the right questions
I never get a break from this weight
on my fatigued shoulders
I am feeling sick..
I am lost inside my own head.
I don’t know what to do,
For I am already dead.
Who will come see me in my grave?
My pale face,
and ice cold skin.
Do I send shivers down your spine?
Was I your only friend?
I know fatigue, I feel it all the time to the core of my bones. I wish I could figure out how to stop being so tired all the time. I know the cure is momentum, but it is so hard to get started when you are fatigued, a true conudrum.
My mom is tired all the time, can’t do anything. Has no energy and it is kind of cloaked in mystery.. What does she have? Can it actually be helped with medicine? Why do I treat her like I do when I know she deserves so much better? What is her past like? I want to know more but am afraid to ask. What she was like, her travels with chi, college, grad school, why did she take dad of all people.
I don’t understand fatigue, really. I know that one will become very tired, so tired that they will discontinue their journey wherever they are and take a breath.
Everyday i watch my muscles wither like fall flowers being pierced by winter’s icy tongue. I cannot think. i cannot speak. i cannot breath without this sleepy troll smashing me down. I am wasted shell. empty. I am the bare remains.
I am tired.
tired. i don’t want to get up. tired of everything and just want to go away. i’m tired of being in control but want to control everything that happens because i don’t like uncertainty. And I’m tired of holding on too tight.
very tired and restless. unable to function without having to yawn every ten second. Constantly moving and stretching in my seat. limbs are sometimes week and aching.
calmer, lighter:
offering you to walk with me.
sitting at the bottom of the steps, sitting at the end of the pier, i can imagine you anywhere, i did not realize i was staring until i closed my eyes (and still could see ankle giving way to heel, you are beautiful, you know)
cross-legged on the floor, cards in our hands, sitting in the car outside your door, flowers in the passenger seat,
standing in front of you now,
asking will you come with me,
these things you are saying yes to (are so many more moments than a walk, come, take my hand and we can start here)
Fatigue has come and we must still keep on with our journey. I wonder as we walk ‘how we came to the situation we are in?’ There is no answer, just silence. As my companions and I walk through the desolate desert, our worn shoes is the only noise we make.
I’ve seen him walk down this road a few times,
ambling stiffly to the corner store and back,
a few items in a ratty old cloth carry bag.
His age doesn’t seem to bother him so much,
more like the weight of the years has fatigued him.
Im hungry. I ran 3 miles this morning! I burned like 280 calories! But i ate waffles and bacon after so it was a waste. I should sleep more.
Im always so tired; its probably because i dont get enough sleep. Then again; I dont believe in sleep. I could be doing so much more than sleeping, no? I could be living.