Exhausted

By Pamela Cerdeira

It's 6:30 in the morning, the little birds that seemed tender to me in the pandemic have been singing for two hours now, I know because sometimes I have been paying attention to them for the same amount of time. I get out of bed against my will, I do it until denying myself is impossible: a commitment, a child calling you, my bladder, something beyond my control. No, it's not depression, I'm just exhausted. 

I have a toxic relationship with fatigue. As if it were an inconvenient partner about whom you only hear bad advice. I'm tired. It's just that you do so many things. I already put a pillow in the car. If you take the opportunity to go to sleep. I've been looking for a few hours for studies that allow me to understand how my symptoms are part of a bigger story, but I can't find them, except for one that says what we all suspect: health experts ignore exhaustion as a symptom. The other studies that mention burnout are those related to COVID effects, and that's it.