"I can feel the exhaustion and tiredness from you."
The stranger woman, who now I can call a friend, said to me. I've only met her a few times, but on our first meeting I was already crying in front of her. I cried on my first time meeting a stranger.
The past few months have been exhausting, more mentally than physically. I'd been crying a lot way before Ramadhan began, and my Ramadhan was completely full of wet sujood and sobbed du'a. Alhamdulillah my kind Lord gives me the chance to write. Writing helps me untangle the mess in my head, although not fully, but at least it clears up some of the mess. I've been trying to make time to write out what's been clogging my mind, but also keep delaying it because there are other important stuff to focus on. Unfortunately, while trying to not let the world down, I neglect myself and suddenly I found myself plunging.
Getting back up is as hard as falling down.
I was on the verge of killing myself down in the pit, but now I'm trying to get out of it.
