It’s one of those days. The kind where every exhale holds the promise of tears that don’t end. I’m in the pit. Can’t climb out. Fuck. Fuck it all. Fuck me. All of my emotional strength is exhausted. Stripped, naked and bare, vulnerable to the world. I excuse my seemingly endless supply of tears with being a female, a mother, but really it’s that I have no defense left. I give myself to those I love and leave nothing for me. Perpetual motion is my last protection, and a weak one at that. The days that I stop, which are growing in number, allow the tears to fall silent and steady. It’s one of those days….