I think that emotional exhaustion may be the hardest form of exhaustion to overcome.
Physical exhaustion – sleep and rest; mental exhaustion – check out for a bit.
Emotional exhaustion – I don’t even know where to begin looking for a filler. I’m not even sure I know how this well gets filled. I feel like I’m walking around in a haze and have very few kind words to say and very little energy to interact with any emotional stimulus – stimulus like a four year old.
I’ll start with this: An embrace. Breathing in the silence and the strength. Silence that I can rarely find. Strength that I’ve run out of. No demands or expectations. True, honest, vulnerable, undivided presence.
Granny passed on the 18th. I was back in Oklahoma for the service on the 21st. I found warm embraces before I left, waiting for me there, and more upon my return home. I need more.