She never felt fully awake. She took two or three naps just to get through the day. It wasn’t fatigue, though. It was grief, masquerading as exhaustion. She was exhausted.
— The Art of Saying Goodbye, Ellyn Bache (via ly2me)
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Maybe this is why I have the need to sleep so much. Maybe it’s grief taking everything out of me.
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