By anzaya26 on Skatehive
I remember that morning clearly. I just sat there, not because I was lazy, but because I felt completely drained. My mind was awake, but my strength was nowhere to be found. I looked around the house and everything felt like it was waiting for me—but I couldn’t move. Salome called me from the room, and Sarah’s little voice followed after. Normally, I would answer quickly, already up and doing what needs to be done. But that day, I just… couldn’t. It felt like I was incapable of doing anything. My husband noticed before I even said a word. He didn’t rush me. He didn’t complain. He just came closer and sat beside me like he always does when he knows something is wrong. “Anzaya,” he said softly, “what’s wrong?” I exhaled heavily. “I don’t know… I just feel tired. Not the usual tiredness. This one is deep. I feel like I can’t even start anything today.” He looked at me for a moment, calm as ever. “You’ve been carrying too much,” he said quietly. “House, children, everything… you’re not a m