The Weight Of My World

Feeling Bogged Down With The Tiredness of Being

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In a poem by Bradley J. Nordell, he said, “The creak of an old house isn’t just wood settling, but the tiredness of being.” I felt those words so deep down it wasn’t just bone-deep, it was soul-deep.

Trauma, especially when drawn out or repeated, has a way of leaving you with the feeling that the weight of the world…