You sleep for hours, yet you wake up heavy. Rest simply refuses to help. Imagine a nurse, sitting at her kitchen table before dawn. Steam curls from a chipped mug. The toast is cold. The room hums with a quiet exhaustion that mirrors her own.
Rest is supposed to be a wellspring, but for her, it’s just a few drops in a cracked bucket. This is emotional exhaustion. It’s what happens when chronic...
