The stress landed on top of the tension and both were covered by the anxiety. She was caught in the middle of a whirlwind of uncomfortable emotions.
There was work. There was home. There were friends. There was family.
Every one had an expectation. Every one had a need. Every one had a price.
She had run low on empathy. She was out of patience. And she certainly had no time.
But the demands were real and unrelenting. So she soldiered on, kept trucking, bucked up and any other metaphors that indicate getting shit done. Because that is what she did.
Sometimes she whined. Sometimes she moaned. Sometimes she stomped her feet. Sometimes she cried.
But she kept doing, because it was all she could do. She knew nothing else. And there were moments when someone would appear to do beside her. And there were others when someone would appear to do in her stead. Those moments were sweet. She savored each one for the light it brought.
It was those moments that carried her through the echoing loneliness of doing alone. It was those moments that reminded her of why she did. It was those moments that made the doing worthwhile.
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