Exhaustion

Grief is exhausting.

This morning I was on a video call for an hour and a half listening to stories of how G impacted people's lives and updating them on how P and I are doing. Then after lunch I had counseling. Those to emotional outputs together made me feel like I had run a grueling emotional marathon. My eyes still feel puffy from crying.

I barely even walked outside of the house today. Physically, I barely moved. Yet I feel like I could sleep for a week.

The exhaustion of grief reminds me of the exhaustion of having a newborn. The learning curve, the emotions, the lack of sleep, the poor sleep when it comes.