A black tiredness bubbles up from the depths of some unknown place within me. It comes without warning, without any tell tale signs. Just this exhaustion and a fever. I call it my friend. It has been with me for about a decade now. Everything else in my life could change but it always visits. Sometimes it goes away for months, sometimes weeks. But I know it will come back. It's loyal that way.
And it's wily. Oh, so sly. It hides itself away so that even if vials of my blood are tested in labs, it hides. I swear I can hear it laughing. Is it playing hide and seek? Hiding itself somewhere before it comes out to play again.
All I know is I am so, so very tired. And all I want is the will and the strength to do what I need to do today.