This month’s word is sleepy, meaning “ready or inclined to sleep; drowsy”, “of or showing drowsiness”, “languid; languorous”, “lethargic; sluggish”, “quiet” or “inducing sleep; soporific”.
It’s very late, I know. I’m sorry.
I’m so tired all the time, always sleepy, eyes drifting closed every time I sit, or even if I just slow down.
A slow heaviness presses me down, turning air to mud, an effort to walk, speak, breathe.
I can’t remember the time before. Was there a time before? My brain works slowly, badly; thoughts slip away almost before they’re finished. I can’t recall, can’t think, can’t… I just can’t.
I’m forgetting things, my fingers fumbling with actions I’ve done a million times. I stumble over nothing, my feet forgetting to lift from the floor.
I want it to stop. I want to wake up, and feel awake, alert, refreshed. I want to feel anything but this exhaustion.
But it just goes on, and on. I… Is this it, forever? Please, let it get better. Let the fog lift, even if just for a day. Please.