A melancholic afternoon waiting for the cool change while the sweat collects in the folds beneath my breasts and trickles down my stomach. I am uncomfortable sitting in the stress that has become so normal for me over the past few weeks – months even. My immune system has finally broken down into illness and while my mind tells me I need to rest, all I can do is list all my uncompleted chores in my head. But I am tired. All that’s left for me to wonder is why I work so hard to make things easy for everyone around me, but still feel guilty because that work is never done? I am tired.