It’s overwhelming.

Her eyes close because they are so heavy there is nothing else that can be done with them. Keeping them open would take an amount of physical exertion she does not possess.

She can’t remember the last time she felt like getting up out of the bed, listening to music and getting ready for her day.

That was the girl she used to be…before she got lost. Lost inside her own head. Held prisoner by emotions she used to yearn to control. Now to even yearn would be a welcoming emotion.